The Shadows Are Watching You

Welcome to True Scary Story. Natalie recounts terrifying encounters with a shadowy figure. Is there a dark force tying these events together or is it all a coincidence. My name is Edwin and here is Natalie. It's True Scary Story. I'm originally from Chicago, Humble Park. My mom was a single mom. We lived with my grandfather. We would move around a lot. They didn't have the best relationship. Unfortunately, he had practiced black magic. When we left from Homa Park, we moved to a small town in a suburb close by my grandfather, grandma uncle. They lived upstairs. It was a constant arguing, that's why a lot of negative stuff came into the house. He would do everything in his power to try to get us away from my mom, as if he wants bad things to happen to my mom. We always had a weird vibe in our house. My older sister would constantly say, oh, there's someone here. I feel something. There's negative energy. I don't know what it is. That didn't make us feel secure, especially when we had spirits and negativities around us. My mom got pregnant. We moved in with my mom's boyfriend right next to this church in the area where we are. That's when the downfall really happened. My mom would work really late, we would hardly see her. One day, she called me downstairs. She says, she really need to talk to me. I was actually pregnant. I didn't tell her because of how young I was seventeen at the time. She's like, oh, I had a dream that your grandpa came into my dream and he said, please be careful, watch your surroundings, be careful who you're around, who you let enter it to your house. And I thought, Okay, she's gonna tell me I'm pregnant. Then she starts crying and I'm like, what's the matter. I'm like, oh my God, Like she knows that I'm pregnant. And she says, I seen someone and then said someone, Like, what do you mean? And she says, I see in a shadow And you're the only person I'm telling this to. To paint out this picture. My mom and stepdad and little sister. They lived in the basement. There was just one room that was finished. The rest of the basement was really old and we had originally bought this house from an old couple who her husband had recently died. She felt like it was a man. She's like, oh, maybe it's the man's spirit. He's here, but why does it feel so evil? Back when she saw him, she was in the room holding laundry. She felt presence looking at her, but there was no one else. Everyone was in school, my stepdad was at work, and my little sister was like three months four months old. When she felt his presence, she turned over to look at the first door where the entrances to the basement. She sees the man in the black shadow. She screams and asks, who are you? What do you want? Immediately picks up my little sister because at first, she said, she thought someone had entered the house. Out of nowhere, the man leaves. My mom was like, did I imagine this? Am I seeing something? Am I tired? She stayed in the basement for like an hour. She went upstairs. She checked the dining room, kitchen, bathroom, everywhere. She didn't see anything. This was months later. It was pretty early, seven thirty eight in the morning. I walked downstairs, laid down, drifted back to sleep. Like I said, it was pretty early. It's really hard for me to wake up. I'm a very deep sleeper. Something heavy was in the presence of the room that I was in. I felt someone was watching me. I look up and there black shadow is. People ask me, how does he look? What is he wearing? It's literally nothing, he just black the shadow. I was so tired, I just went back to sleep. In twenty seventeen, we moved to a bigger house, a couple towns down to fit the entire family. My dog, he would constantly like bark at the walls or bark at the window. For some reason. My son, every single night he would cry. He would wake up cry. We would put him on our bed and we would find him at the bottom of the bed or like on the floor. I was slowly starting to think maybe it's the presence of my mom. When my sister was a couple months, my sister was diagnosed with a tumor in her eye. None of us has any genetics of having tumors or cancers or anything like in that nature. My mom was confused, Oh why did this happen to my child? My mom went to a tart or we'd call them, like a white witch, the goods kind, not the evil kind, and they had told her there's someone who was wishing bad upon you, you, your daughter, and my stepdad. So my mom went and did this kind of religion. I don't know what it is. I feel like that plays a part of why negative stuff happens to us, because my mom would try to find the easy road. If it didn't work, go to another religion. And I feel like my mom was allowing different spirits to come into our home. The last religion she's in, they would do sacrifices to like animals, chickens and goats and things like that. She would make us go with her. Sometimes. I would find her sometimes putting pictures up of her boss and lighting up a candle and wanting to wish bad upon him. She initiated me to be and this practice that she was in. I told her, are you sure this is holy? This is what this is for? So I can be closer to God? And she's like, yeah, this religion, this practice gets us closer to God. You wear like these beads around your neck, like different colored beads. When I moved out of her house, lay those bees on the table and I was not gonna take that with me because I'm like, I'm not part of it. So it was like, why are you haunting me or coming after me? Like you can stick with my mom. Eventually, my sister got better from the tumor in her eye, but negative energy latched onto my mom. When we went to a new apartment a couple times over, everything was fine. We never fought. My son was great. He was the happiest baby ever. That's when I'm like, maybe it is my mom because whatever someone put towards her, it's latched onto her. I'm gonna keep my distance. We moved into this apartment nearby. That's the one that I'm in right now. A couple of years ago, in twenty twenty, my husband decided to go with his best friend to Vegas. It was just gonna be me and my two kids. I asked my sister if she can stay, you know, and help me. I put one to sleep in his room and one to sleep in mind. My sister tells me, oh, I'm gonna go run do something. This was at nine thirty ten o'clock at night. I told her wake me up when you get back so I can sleep with the baby. And she says, okay, fine, I'll see you. Give me your keys. Blah blah bah okay. I fell asleep and woke up in my dream. I look up. That's exactly how I left it. The TV's on, my son's next to me. My eyes are adjusting, and I see the shadow man. It's been forever since I seen him. In seconds, he was from the door right next to my shoulder, and he grabbed my shoulder. I start yelling and screaming. I can feel it in my body that I'm screaming. My sister wakes me up and it's her. She was so scared. Shit, are you okay, calm down, it's me. I told her. I'm like, oh, there was a man by the door. He was in my dream, standing right there looking at me, and then he grabbed me. And she was like, oh, that's why you screamed. I barely touched you. I was tapping your shoulder for a good minute, calling your name. I asked her, are you sure you didn't grab me. She's like, no, I was just tapping you, like with my hand. I sleep with my oldest son, he has special needs, and my husband sleeps literally just across the room for me to sleep with my youngest son. A couple of weeks ago, we were talking the light was on. The fan was on high, so I told him he turned down the fan. I don't know why you have the fan so high. Turn it down and turn off the light before you leave. He says, okay, Vive, turns out the fan, turns off the light. I love you. I'll see you to orow morning. Okay. From there, I don't even remember going to sleep. I am in my dream. I see my husband walking out of the door. I don't see his face, just in the back of his head and his body leaving the door. I'm screaming, babe, you sgrat to turn off the light. And then something immediately clicks in my head. Wait, this already happened. I look up and the minute I look up to the light, it turns off on its own. The black shadow is standing inches away from me. I grabbed the phone, turn on the flashlight, and I'm pointing to his face. It's all black. He slowly backs up to the corner. I jump up, turn on the light from the string. He's gone. Now. I wake up fully and I'm standing in real life. Turned on my hand on the spring to turn on the light. With my phone in my hand, with the flashlight on, I'm looking around. I'm like, where did he go? Where did he go? My son sounds sleep. I turned off the light quickly again, took my phone, went to the other room. The minute I opened the door, he wakes up and I'm like, did you hear me calling you? And he's like, oh, I thought that was a dream. I swore I heard you saying babe. But I felt like I was dreaming because I was falling asleep. So I told my mother in law the next day. She's a really religious person, and she's like, you really need to pray. My sister already told me that she had an experience with this shadow man. Also, this is another sister that experienced it in my house. It's almost the same experience. She was laying in the couch in my living room. She felt something watching her. When she turned around, the man was by the door looking at her. She just turned back around and went back to sleep. When I would talk to my husband about this, he asked, what if it's your grandpa who passed away. I considered him as a father. It can't be him because if it was him, why would my grandpa hide his face? What does he want? I want to see? Who this is? Why does this person keep bothering us? It doesn't hurt us, It just watches us. That's the disturbing part. Why are you watching us? What are you trying to gain from watching us? I hope he doesn't bother my kids. I wouldn't want my kids to go through that and be scared. They do have their moments where they're like, I don't want to go to the living room unless you turn on the light. My oldest son, if I get up to use the bathroom, or if I get up to get ready, he runs to my side, like he could not stay by himself. He'll run to the next room to be with my son, my other son, because he would not be by himself. I don't want them to experience anything. Tell us about your true Scary story by going to true scarystory dot com and filling out the form. Your story could be shared with all of us. So listen at free, check out Scary Plus through scary plus dot com, or get in touch with me directly if you have questions about it. I'll leave links to everything in the description of this episode. When I tried sending my story the first time, it wasn't allowing me to send it. I filled out the form, but then the whole EMO turns blank, like it's still blank to this day. So my husband know my baby doesn't want to send. He's like, oh, I was trying to tell you something. The man doesn't want you to expose him. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.