When I was 13 I was walking the railroad tracks with a friend. We were a few miles out from anywhere. There was a man in his fifties, and there really wasn't anything odd about the fellow, except he started a conversation with me about God. He kept asking me what I thought. I believe that man was an angel, he certainly wasn't a bum, he wasn't drunk, or on drugs, he spoke intelligently, and the topic was very interesting to me, but totally out of the ordinary as people go. My friend and I started to continue our hiking. I looked back once and this fellow was nowhere to be seen. I've never forgotten the encounter.
Six, almost seven years later, I was walking home after work and arrived at home around 2:20 AM. There was plenty of moon light. Everyone in the house was asleep and I entered silently through the front door, and crossed the livingroom, I almost stepped into the Diningroom when someone stepped directly in front of me, blocking me. Looked like a male about an inch taller than I. So, I apologized for a near collision with my brother. He didn't move, or make a sound, or gesture anything..., just stood there blocking me.
I backed up a little and tried to see his face, but couldn't see any of his features. I tried using my peripheral vision which didn't help, and while I was facing slightly left, he exited the dining room to my right without making a sound. Then I suspected it was a burglar, and raced after him but this guy would have to fly. I was pretty quick on my feet, as I walked quickly home every evening. And he didn't make any sound at all.
First time I every saw anything like this, and I couldn't make sense out of it. I concluded it wasn't human because of its appearance, or lack of appearance. I moved out of the house on July 4, 1976. My younger brother moved into my room. Not long afterward, he saw three of these things coming up through the floor. Scared him so bad he slept with the lights on even years after leaving home. I didn't find out about this until a few years later. I had not spoke a word about my encounter, as our parents were in the process of separating and I didn't want to add any more turmoil to what was going on. I still don't know exactly what these things are, but have learned many people call them "shadow people." They were not the least bit shy about making their presence known. All of my brothers and my father each had an encounter. I never asked my mother.
I'd like to preface the next story. I've walked down into this basement many times without any flashlight, and maybe just a hint of moonlight.
Then, just some months ago near the end of winter I felt a chill, so I turned the thermostat up a little, but the furnace didn't respond. So I headed for the basement door in near total darkness. There wasn't even any moon light, and I was a little uncomfortable after taking just two steps down stairs. The only way to turn a light on or off is if you are already in the basement..., not switches at the top of the stairs. I'm accustomed to darkness as even the slightest bit of light reveals something. I move about in the darkness based mostly on my memory. I've lived here for many years. I was getting a bad vibe, so I closed the basement door and went to get a flashlight and a fresh lightbulb. When I opened the basement door, the light was on. I reset the furnace, didn't touch the light or the string and that light burned 24 hours 7 days a week well into the Spring. Then I thought, maybe the light was never off. Maybe something was concealing it like it did at the top of the stairs..., I couldn't even see any moonlight. What was it? It seemed like a very dark fog to me. Boo!

