--by Katie K.
This story is PG-rated, but it is true and happened tome. A few years back, my roommate (at the time) and Iwould occasionally drive around the eastern half ofthe country, selling t-shirts for a young risingcountry singer (no one you'd know as he still hasn'trisen far!).
Anyway, on one of these jaunts we drove from Wisconsinto Alabama overnight, driving straight throughthunderstorms, lightning and tornadoes in Tennessee.Needless to say, by the time we arrived at our motelat 4AM, we were exhausted. The singer's manager hadtold us that he reserved a pre-paid room for us which wewere very grateful for, so we checked in, planning ongoing straight to the room and getting some sleep.
The room was a typical small motel room on the firstfloor with an entrance direct from the parking lot. Myroommate crashed out on the bed nearest the door whileI took the other one closest to the bathroom, thinkingI would fall right asleep. However, I was apparentlyjust too tired and instead, laid there half-awake,waiting for sleep to come.
I remember the light from the parking lot illuminatingthe room so it was easy to distinguish the furnitureand beds in the half-light. I could even see myroommate spread out on her bed; still dressed, snoring(she snored like a drunken sailor!). However, I wassurprised that I could also see what seemed to be a largeformless shadow enter the room from the doorwayWITHOUT opening the door. This shadow wascompletely black and shaped rather like a blob.
I watched as it moved slowly across the room, passingin front of our beds, ignoring my roommate. The thingentered the space between my bed and the wall,creeping silently toward me. At first I thought I wasjust hallucinating. After all, I was very tired. Butwhat happened next was anything but a hallucination.
Without going into too much detail, this "shadowthing" tried to climb into the bed and have its way withme. I swear this is true! It was very real,very solid and heavy. Its surface felt like old bindertwine and burlap wrapped around a damp swamp log as itrolled on top of me, nearly crushing the breath out ofme.
What this shadow thing didn't count on though was thatI was tired and very crabby after the longdrive. All I wanted was rest and here was this darned"HAINT" trying to get past first base with me. So,instead of screaming and running like any sane humanmight, I got very angry and tried to push it OFF me. As we struggled, I could feel one part that definitelyfelt human! It was a good thing I was wearingunderwear, there might be the pitter-patter of littleshadow people feet in the house today.
For probably 20-25 seconds, this thing and I had atest of strength until finally it seemed to give upand slide off me. The shadow moved away, back acrossthe room and exited the way it came.
Believe it or not, I finally fell asleep after itleft. The next morning I asked my roommate if she hadseen or heard anything. Of course she said she hadn'tbut that she had fallen asleep right away.
Normally I would attribute this to an extremely luciddream and nothing more. But the next night at theshow, I was chatting with one of the locals and justto see what she would answer, I asked if anyone hadever noticed anything different about that motel. Sheresponded that yes, there were reports of oddhappenings going on around there but she didn't knowany more than that. So was it real or a dream?
I've had lucid dreams that you wouldn'tbelieve, but I knew they were dreams. This "haint"felt absolutely real and solid.
To top it all off, the next morning after the show,before leaving, we talked to the singer's manager. Wewere surprised when he told us that we had checked inat the wrong motel! He hadn't paid for any rooms forus there and had been wondering where we had gone to.So if he didn't pay for our room...then who did? Do shadow people have credit cards?
--Katie K.