My sister and I and a friend of ours stayed the night at a mutual friends house. My sister took the couch, our friend James took the other couch and our mutual friend took a bedroom and I took the other bedroom “alone”.
I was wide awake and could not sleep, I was in there for about maybe 30 minutes when I saw a man entering the bedroom. He looked about 6 foot tall, well built and muscular and the blackest color I have ever seen. It was like a solid black shadow (exactly to put it). I thought it was my friend James so I sat up and said “James, stop trying to scare me.” The man kept walking toward the bed, I repeated myself.
He walked to the end of the bed and turned around as if to sit down. He had his hands settled on each knee.
I sat up to kick him. When my feet went right through I screamed. Everyone came rushing to the bedroom. I explained what happened and they laughed. That night I had my sister crawl in bed with me because I was so scared.
Three weeks later the person that originally lived in that bedroom came back from vacation knowing nothing of my experience. It was said that he had the same encounter and told everyone about it. He said he just rolled over and went to sleep.
I was 15 at the time, I am now 34 years of age, and to this day I still sleep with the covers over my head because of that night. That experience has NEVER left me.
They are well alive and living. It is we who walk this earth that are the shadows of the walking dead.
Sent in by Jennifer copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales