“Menacing Shadow”

Op 11 april 2002 werd het volgende verhaal geplaatst in de Ghoststories-group of Yahoo.com. Patrick H. uit Spijkenisse verteld over zijn ervaringen tijdens zijn jeugd met een demonische entiteit;

“We lived in a house in a place called Spijkenisse, in Holland. This house had three floors. On the third floor was my parents’ bedroom and next to it there was a small, long, dark room.

In that particular room, I sometimes played with my brother when I was a little kid at the age of four. I always felt uncomfortable in that place, but when we were playing hide and seek, it was just the best place to hide… Anyway, one day I was hidden in that room under a desk and I got that bad feeling again and I wanted to go back downstairs. Fortunately, I had my flashlight with me. I used my flashlight so could see in the dark. I was aiming it at the wall at the end of the room and saw a shadow walking by. The only thing was he had no feet. He had long, curled hair and a scythe. He stopped since I flashed him and looked at me. Immediately, I turned my flashlight off and he disappeared.

Since that day, I was getting more and more experiences and had the feeling he was haunting me now because I spotted him. I also discovered this entity had different shapes. In my dreams, he often was in the shape of a black beast with totally red eyes. Half men half beast. His body looked like that of a big black panther. Only I never could have guessed it would confront me in reality except that night… I was the youngest in the family, so of course I had to go to bed first. Every night I was sleeping with blankets because I was so afraid to see things again I don’t wanted to see.
Fortunately, also that night I was “hidden” under my blankets. All of a
sudden, I heard heavy footsteps that impossibly could have been human.
Because I could feel the floor vibrate that confirmed that something heavy was on his way to my bed. I couldn’t see anything because my face was against the wall covered up with blankets. I knew the beast was next to my bed now because I could feel his breath through the blankets and hear the sound that was almost similar as the growling of a lion. It sounded very aggressive. I didn’t dare to look and all I could do was pray to God he would go away. I think God most have heard me because after several minutes he was gone without any sound. After that I saw him just once again. In a dark room I saw only two mad red eyes looking at me that weren’t human. He told him to go away and strange enough he did. I never saw it again.”