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At the exact saht it, John said it out loud:

"Oooooh, shit"

The shadow le, black shadow, hanging intoward us

Then I saw another one And another They grew out of the air, black shapes like holes burning in the white curtain of reality, revealing the darkness beyond Three and four at a tiue shapes ofshadoould appear where I wasn’t watching It was like trying to count snowflakes as they landed on a windshield

John and I backed away from them, then realized they were behind us, too, on the other side of the ditch

We were an island in a black tide of them

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and I must emphasize that my encounters with the Shadow Men have been rare, in the sense that stepping in dog feces is rare That is, the potential is always there, you never forget it when it happens, but you go just long enough between incidents to let your guard down Yet, everyone has been in the presence of a Shadow Man, in the same way that everyone has been in the presence of electricity It is all around you, invisible, tickling at the periphery of your perceptions Then one day, you touch a bare wire …

These beings live in between moments and outside of time, across dimensions and perhaps never fully exist in any particular one They have been called ghosts, and no doubt they wear the faces of the recently dead in the i to reconcile what they saw in that dark corridor, or in the silence of their bedroo For others, they will perhaps appear to be tiny, gray aliens Centuries ago a Shadow Man would have been called a faerie, or succubus That is how the human brain works, when it looks at a formless cloud, it tries to see a shape, or a face, or otherwise associate it with so that makes sense in soe of the Virgin Mary seen in the grain of a tree stump, or a slice of toast But make no mistake--the observer supplies the face

You have never heard of anyone being harmed or killed by a Shadow Person, in the sense that you have never met someone who failed to be born Our unique, limited perception lirow tiresome of a tedious conversation with a man, we cannot, say, simply switch to another quantum reality in which thathi the channel on a television The Shadow Men can

There are enthusiasts of the paranormal on the Internet and elsewhere who point to the tens of thousands of people who goide each year and speculate that they have been taken by the Shadow Men But I a their methods If the Shadow Men, say, invaded your home and took your wife, you would in that nextbeensense of so should perfectly fit, sohtfully exist, but does not

One young man I knoho has written about the incident in his own book, claims that he retains distinct memories of a friend as lost in an encounter with the shadows The parents of the friend still live in town Yet, they do not recall a son The rental records of his apartment show no person under that name ever resided there, the records of the public school system retain no mention of a student by that name The difference between our reality and the reality that this young man remembers could be so close that only molecules separate theg in one reality, but that was successful in another Soes in the for occasions e insist we reroup of friends that no one else in the group recollects You hear of a pro away, and swear that you heard that same news years earlier

But of course, the real power of the Shadow Men is that we do not perceive them at all

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John and I backed up I raised the furgun, stupidly, having no idea what effect it would have on these beings We retreated, slowly, buid A there, frozen Her ar herself in an absolutely perfect posture for the situation

The shadow man closest to un on hi else Where there would be eyes on a e flared on the shadowin the blackness And in that moment I knew that this wasn’t just a shadow man, but was the shadow man, the one I had seen in my bathroom, the one that lurked in my cell in the basement of the old asylum, the one that now, in this moment, I sensed was actually never far frowas ain

I … have spoken to it before …

The blackness closed in on us, no gap between the shadow ence,as a solid black wave, like the artist who painted our reality had knocked over an ink bottle on it We had no rooainst the Amy monument

"Dave…" John hissed "Dave … shoot Shoot the coals of the shadowbetween us There were no words, but ere cohts passed instantly, faster than words could have ed, like files instantly streamed between two computers If I had to translate what the shadow man told me into words, it would be this: