As I sit in my room wondering who they are? Who are these shadow people attached to these dark shrouds of what appears to used to be people. As I sit in my room I stare at these bright white eyes that appear to be just light. Is it their souls? Is it the light from the other side where we think we all go? I ask myself these questions every time I see them. Who are they? They feel familiar, like I once knew these Shadows, these figures of people that seem to stick around once i'm awake. Who are they? do they have questions for me? Do you have something you wish me to complete? I sometimes feel like they want to tell me but they knowingly can't because they are either passed or haven't passed. who are they? I sometimes get a feeling of kindness and comfort from them, are they past friends? Are they past relatives? I ask but I just see them staring at me with no answers. Why do I see these "Shadow people" Night after Night. I see them not knowing to be scared or happy.
As I sit here trying to piece when this all started and why it all started I notice myself wondering towards them and staring back, not saying a word. Just staring like they do to me. Their eyes, their eyes seem to fill me with a unsettling chill like a cold night during a winter rain. Just attacks the bones with no sign of stopping. Is this my time? Is it coming? I don't understand why they are here. Who are you? Please tell me why your hear. I ask as I sit here staring into their empty eyes.
As I sit here in my room, I fear they are here to take me away. Is my soul ready to depart this earth? I look up into what appears to be a women and her eyes fill me with warmth. WHO ARE YOU? If your not here to take me from this earth why are you here night after night? Why are you sitting there staring at me? I ask these questions with no answer.
Tonight, there seems to be just the one female shadow figure. Where is the male? She just stares at me. Did I do something wrong to turn him away? I don't understand why your alone and why he is gone. Did he finally pass? or did he move on to another lost soul? Who are you? This has been going on for 30 years with the same questions, Who Are they? Who are these dark Shadows I keep seeing nigh after night for the past 30 years. Will it ever stop? Will they eventually move on? Am I the only one that sees these shadow people or are there others like me? Who are they?
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