Here's another chapter everyone, in this one, it'll get really dark, considering what this chapter focuses on and the subject. For those who have had encounters with them, please speak up. Now enough talk,
let's get this thing rolling.
Location. Oxnard California. Time: 3. Am.
A camera flicks on showing blonde male turning it on pointing directly at his face. "Is it rolling man?" Another voice asked from behind.
"Yeah, were good. The camera's back online." He replied giving a thumbs up.
"Boo!" Another guy appeared, spooking the cameraman. "Where'd ya get this guy?"
He was medium sized with black hair, brown eyes and wore a brown suit.
"I've known him for years man. Since junior high." The blonde guy answered.
"Well, he better be good. I don't work with just anyone."
"Come on give me a break Rick."
"Hey, I only work with professionals."
"Yeah, yeah. Who cares." The blonde guy said as he was inspecting the camera. "Also, please Roger, make sure the audio is working right this time. I don't a repeat of Rino."
"That was two God damn years ago." The producer protested.
"I don't do ADR." The reporter, Rick, brushed off as he walked towards the entrance of the apartment, the cameraman motioned to follow. "This new guy? I'm not feeling it."
"Again?" Roger complained.
"Don't be surprised if we make a change." Rick than tapped Roger's shoulder. "New plan. We do a walkthrough of the inside first then we shoot the intro."
"Just like we always do..." Roger said in annoyance. "Also just try to say the shows name this time to, OK?"
"No problem." Rick puts a flashlight underneath his face. "'Tonight, on Abandoned Explorers, another worthless fucking shithole.' Happy?" He lowers down the flashlight and walks to their destination an abandoned apartment complex building.
"Ecstatic." Roger replied sarcastically.
The cameraman followed the two as the made their way to the entrance. "Are we rolling?" Rick questioned getting a nod from Roger. "Alright, let's go." He tried to open the door, but nothing happened.
"Get out of the way." Roger said as he tested the doors.
Rick shook his head "They're jammed-" He stopped when Roger kicked them open. Without a word, he entered. "After you." Roger said incredulously.
As the cameraman, Lane, was about to follow, he noticed movement to his right. Turning, he searched around, but saw no one there.
"Lane. Let's move." Roger called. The cameraman looked around one more time, then followed the two inside.
"So where the hell are we this time?" Rick questioned as he lead the way shining his flashlight. Roger groaned at this. "Do you ever prep."
Lane looked around the main lobby; walls in disrepair and whatever that wasn't covered in dust or spiderwebs had vines growing. "What's to prep?" Rick questioned as they entered what appeared to be a lobby. "Old shitty building, spooky noises. Ooh, is it haunted?" The guy said sarcastically as they go up some stairs. "Fuck me, I was an anchor you know."
"Weekend sub, Rick. Not anchor." Rick stopped turning around to look at Rodger. "What was that?"
Roger sighed in annoyance. "Nothing." The three continued walking until they reached the kitchen, rust covering most of what was around them; mainly metal "What's the story Roger?" Rick questioned as they browsed around.
"From what I heard, a lot of suspected foul play, a couple of murders and not to mention rumors of cults worshipping here." Roger replied as they heard a loud slam from behind them. "How long you say this place has been abandoned?"
"Since 1989." Rick answered as they got into what appeared to be a dining room area. "So about, thirty-three years."
As they made their way through the kitchen, Rick coughed as dust filled the air. "Apartment? Looks more like a boarding house if they have a kitchen here." Lane murmured as he looked around.
What he didn't notice were a pair of red lights that flashed almost instantly; apparently 'staring' at him. "Lane, get a shot of this." Rick called over. "This'd make a great cutaway." Lane walked over to them. "So, uh, what supposedly when down here?" He questioned.
Rick looked around as he replied, "So, uh, a crackhead and a few of his friends gather a bunch of tennants-"
"No, no. That ain't it." Roger interrupted him. "It was a man named Eustace Garcia. And he wasn't a crackhead, he was as from what people used that used to live hear say he was , 'odd'. Not a crackhead."
Lane noticed a metal pot and lifted up the lid to see what was inside. But inside it was full of old food and cockroaches. "Lots of rumors surrounding him too, saying he was secretly practicing devil worshipping in this place." "So he was a Satanist?" Lane asked, nearly gagging at the rotting food.
"Supposedly so." Roger confirmed. "They also say that he and posse did an unimaginable amount of things here. Really dark stuff."
"Ah shit!" Rick cursed out in annoyance. "I knew I shouldn't have had to wear my good shoes." He said while scrapping the bottom of the said shoe on the floor." Rick flashes the light onto an old painting. "Although, this would make a great backdrop." He stands in front of it. "Roger what do you think?"
When no answer came, Lane turned the camera in the direction of where his friend went off to. But when they turned around, their producer wasn't there. "Roger?" Rick started to call out to him. "Roger...Roger! Lane did you see where Roger went?"
"No. I was paying attention to you." Lane replied. "I didn't hear anything. Did you?"
"No." Roger proceeded to go into a doorway trying to look for him. "Where is he? Un-fucking believable. This is the last time I work with that guy. I mean producers, they come and go, but a good cameraman like you Lane?" Even though he wouldn't show it but Rick was starting to get nervous. "You stick with me." Suddenly as they were passing by a door both of them jumped upon hearing what sounded like a bunch of metal clanging. "The fuck was that!?" Rick turned to Lane. "Did you hear that?"
"Sound like it came from over here." Opening the door, Lane barged in... only to find it empty.
"Roger! Are you in here?" He didn't get a reply as he and Rick entered into what appeared to be one of the old apartment rooms. But From the looks of it, this place had seen better days plus there was big hole in the wall too. "Roger, where are you man!?" Rick called out as they checked out the room.
"This is weird, it sounded like someone was in here." Lane commented.
Looking around, the camera saw that there were still pictures of past tenants; this particular guy seemed like a normal man: Caucasian with a receding hair line, glasses, and red sweater. Still, something seemed... off about him. It was then that Lane spotted movement on the reflection, the spun around. "Did you see that?"
"See what?" Rick turned to the door.
"I swear I saw someone..."
Lane walked over to where they came in and inspected the hallway, but who, or what, it was... had vanished. "Lane come on, we gotta find Roger and get the hell out of here." Rick said.
"Yeah..." The two continued to look around searching each apartment after another but couldn't find any trace of their mission companion. "My god!" Rick shouted.
Panicked, Lane rushed to where the reporter was, but wasn't prepared for what he would find. Soon as he found Rick, he was about to ask how he was... when he noticed a room that was open. It looked a lot like a rec room as it was very spacious, but that wasn't what made it stand out... The walls had old-fashioned torches, marking in red Latin letters were drawn all over, nd there was an alter in the middle of the room."... What the hell is that?" Lane whimpered
"I...I...I don't know..." Rick said nervously before they started to hear what sounded to be voices. "Hey! You hear that?" He whispered.
"Roger? That you?"
Suddenly something dark bolted right past Rick at lightning speeds, making a loud whoosh.
"Ahh! The hell was that?!"
Rick turned to the camera man. "Did you see what that was!?"
"Hell no I didn't!" Lane replied. "That all happened so fast!"
"I'm calling the cops!" Rick took out his phone, "Damn it! No signal... What about you?"
Quickly reaching into his pocket Lane pulled out his cell. He didn't have a signal. "No bars!"
It was then there was a scuffle right behind them, which made the two stiffen. Though they were frozen in place, Lane composed himself first... then spun around... though it was a mistake. Standing there were two little girls... who's eyes were as black as coal! They pointed at the two... then let out an inhuman shriek! This made the reporter and cameraman race down the hallway and into a random apartment as they barricaded themselves in.
"Holy shit!" Rick cried out now starting to hyper ventilate. "The fuck was that!?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" Placing the camera down, Lane rocked himself, his arms around him. "I just took this job to make a little easy extra cash! Not get myself into stuff like this!"
It was then that something was heard outside... was it a car?
"What the hell now?" Rick questioned as they hesitantly went to where the sound was coming from. The two looked outside but saw no car to be seen... when something scurried across the ground! Then another! Then another! They couldn't make out what these things were, just only that they were black masses moving at speeds where their vision couldn't keep track of them. It was almost like a swarm of hornets; you couldn't figure out which one was gonna sting you or worse.
"The fuck is going on!?" Rick screamed out on the top of his lungs entirely freaked out and off screen Lane was heard screaming as well.
"Lane!?" He only got more screams in response and this time they were screams of agony. Then suddenly... they stopped... the two looked outside... only to be met with a red light that shined up at them... it didn't take long to realize they were eyes! And they were looking into their vary souls!
Rick turned over to see that Lane was bleeding and was covered in scratch marks all over his body, and before he could do anything one of these black masses lunged at the former anchor whose scream was heard off screen just as the camera turns off.
Static filled the screen for a brief moment, before turning back on; an inhuman scream filling the room as the camera was picked off the ground. The blood form of Rick, missing his jacket after breaking free, pulled the injured Lane to his feet as they hastily unbarricaded the door and ran down the hall. The shadow figure in hot pursuit behind them.
There are creatures that science refuses to recognize...
But new technology makes us question what is real...
But if our eyes see it...
If our camera's capture it...
Does it exist?
Enter a realm where fact meets fiction...
Science meets legend.
Where Nightmares come to life
Do you believe?
Lost Tapes. Shadow People
"October 21, reporter Rick Willis, along with producer Roger Chardenoff and cameraman Lane Diaz went missing while filming an episode of the television investigation program, Abandoned Explorers."
But after a couple of days, the three men were reported missing. The authorities went to the abandoned apartment complex and found them to be deceased.
There deaths were declared as a triple homicide, but the supposed suspects that did kill them had not been found. Since this happened, there had been numerous amounts of rumors surging throughout the local area itself.
Eventually, officers Carl Darnell and Sandra Wilde found a lead, concerning an abandoned apartment complex. Though they intending to find answers, what awaited them was much more than what they could handle. These are their tapes.
6.A.M
A dash cam turns on showing a middle aged African American and a woman with a brown pixie style haircut. Both of them were in their squad car.
"Alright, were all set." Carl said before glancing to his partner. "You sure were all set?"
"Yeah, were good." Sandra answered. "I made sure twice. Also, got these." She holds out a cup holder hold two cups of coffee.
"Thought of everything, huh?"
"Hey someone's got to. It clearly ain't you." She noted taking a swig of her coffee before recoiling a bit. "Oh! Crap hot!"
"Didn't think about that though, did you?" Carl commented with a smirk as he took a lighter sip of his coffee.
"Okay. coming up on the location." Through Carl's body cam he peered through it and looked at the abandoned apartment complex while inside Sandra peered through the window trying to get a good look at it. "Sheesh, the place looks like it seen better days."
"Well, let's get this over with." He parked and exited the vehicle.
"Ok...so where the heck is this guy supposed to be?" Sandra questioned.
"He should be here; we were told that we'd be able to meet him outside." From the corner of the bodycam, they notice someone approaching them. "I think that's him."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, that's him." Carl confirmed. "Are you Myers?"
"Yeah, that's me." The man confirmed as he shook the officer's hand one by one. "Honestly it's nice to see someone finally taking a look at this place."
"Yeah, nice. SO, tell us, what's the history of this place?"
"Well for starts this building right here was built and constructed during the 1920's, it has been here for a long time."
Sandra spoke up, "Heard a lot of freaky things happened here."
"Yeah, I've heard about those rumors too. Some of them also very unsavory, but most of the stories started during the 50's. Something that centers around the original owners of the property."
"Which are..." Sandra inquired.
"They were supposedly satanists." Myers answered and for a moment everything took a pause. "I'm sorry what did you say?" Sandra wanted to be sure if she was hearing this right.
"Yeah, the former owner of the property was supposedly to be known to be a satanist." The property owner repeated what he'd just said confirming it to the female officer.
"Anything else?" Carl questioned, liking this less and less.
"Just only that the owner Eustace Garcia died in 75, the place went under numerous renovations, remodeling before closing down in 89. But over the last few years we've had a series of break ins too."
"How many break ins are we talking about?" Sandra questioned.
"Where do begin? We have Homeless, junkies, squatters. I've lost count."
"Haven't you installed security camera's or something to help out with this issue? Or even someone watching over this place at night time?" She threw in another question.
"Been trying to convince the city to give us a permit, but the process' taken longer than we thought."
"You're still having issues?" Carlos was a bit more interested now. "Aside from the incident that happened here, what else happened before it?"
"Are you kiddin?" Myers questioned shaking his head. "Where do I even begin?"
"Should keep a fence around this deathtrap. Look, let's get back on topic, you said you found something?"
"Yeah." Myers nodded. "Follow me."
They both proceeded to followed Myers as he grabbed a key ring and unlocked the front door motioning both officers inside who checked out the area around them. "Big place." Sandra noted.
"It was officially an apartment complex, though it was made to be more like a group home when Mr. Garcia had a kitchen-built in." Myles explained as he walked up next to the officers. "This place has well over 75 rooms in total with five floors, one of them being the basement. Which is where I wanted to show you what I found."
"Can't wait..." Sandra said sarcastically, her body cam catching sight of something in the dark "What the?"
"Sandra." Carlos called out his partner who snapped out of it. "You alright?"
"...Yeah, It's nothing," Sandra replied back as they continued to follow Myers who grabbed his key ring and unlocked another door opening it to reveal a dark stairwell. "Can I please borrow one of your flashlights?"
"Here you go." Carl said, handing him a torch.
"Thank you." Myles took the flashlight and turned it on, they all began their descent down the stairwell with only a light guiding them up front. Once down there the two officers watched as the property owner walked to the left and flicked on the light switch allowing the basement to be seen to be full of junk, all kinds of old rusty objects.
"This place is definitely packed." Carl noted as Myles gave him back the flashlight.
"Really big for a basement." Sandra remarked,
"Yeah, this place served as a storage room. There's two more, one on the second floor and another on the third floor." Myles explained but, this isn't what I wanted to show you." He began to navigate through a cleared path as both officers continued to follow him. "It's real close."
"What is supposed to be?" Sandra questioned as Myles stopped looking back at them. "Trust me, you'll know it when you see it."
Both officers glanced at one another in confusion continuing to follow the older gentleman before he stopped. "Here it is." From there body cam's they saw a massive black symbol painted onto the floor, it had a five-pointed star in a circle and what appeared to be some sort of sun emblem within another circle. "This is what I wanted to show you."
"Wha-What the heck is that?" Sandra questioned nervously like liking the way it looked and felt a chill run up her spine for a brief moment. Myles answered in a grimm tone. "This is where all the rituals were conducted, apparently."
"Wait, so were talking about the ritual stuff where they sacrifice things?" Sandra inquired.
"Looks like it... what was that?!" Both bodycams turned around
"What was what?" Carl asked.
"Was there another officer on this case?" Myles questioned in confusion.
"No. It was just us." Sandra answered.
"You both seeing things to, right?" Carl questioned. "That's pretty much a regular occurrence that goes on here." Myles replied making both officers glance over to him. "Sorry, this place it so old... never mind." Unbeknownst to the three, shadows flicked on the live feed in the corners around them. Looking around, Carl saw something.
"What's that?" He approached something in the far corner, then knelt down.
"I never seen that before till just now I swear." The old man said as the two officers walked over to where he was and they saw it. A knife on the floor and there was a red stain on the edge of the blade.
"Is that blood?" Sandra questioned as Myles put on a glove. "Yeah, it is, this will be good for gathering evidence." He picks up the knife and examines it. As they inspected, Carl looked up and saw another object; it was a camera. "Sandra! I found something."
"Oh wow, good eye." She puts on gloves and picks up the camera. "Why would they leave these here?"
"Don't know." Carl replied, "Let's look to see if there's any footage on here." He opened the side compartment but when he did, there was nothing in there. "No, it's empty."
Sandra raised an eyebrow. "What? It's empty?" This was odd to the officers because usually if someone was to cover their tracks, they'd try to make sure there was no way they'd get caught. There were so many ways to catch crooks so being sloppy was something they'd make sure not getting caught. "Why leave these here?"
"Beats me. Let's bag these up for now." Carl said before they made their way back to the circle. "Ok...let's see...Huh."
"What?" Sandra questioned. "What is it?"
"Most of the stuff in the middle of here looks like it's burned..." Carl responded as he put on some gloves. He traced a finger on the floor lifting it up, it was solid black "Yep, they definitely burned something here. This whole floor is covered in ashes."
"I think there's a big pile of it in the middle." Sandra pointed out. "That's a lot, what the heck did they burn?"
"Let's find out..." Carl reached his hand into the
"What is it?"
"I don't know..." He starts to feel. "Oh yeah, got something..." He takes out whatever was in it. "Oh shit..." Sandra gasp was heard on both body cams in shock in what she was seeing.
"What is that?"
"It's an upper jaw bone..." Carl answered. "Yeah, this is defiantly human remains. And-"
Help me...
Both bodycams snapped around, "What the hell was that?!" Carl shouted turning to his partner. "You heard that right?"
"Yeah I heard it!" Sandra replied. "Where the heck is that even coming from!?"
Help me...
Help me...
Help me...
Whatever it was, it was all around them... when the lights suddenly went out.
"Ah hell no! What now!?" Sandra exclaimed as Carl turned on his light. Though he clicked it over and over; it did nothing but flicker. "Come on! Come on, damn it!"
"Hang on, hang on, I got a light on me." Sandra spoke up bringing in some light. When she did, there was a pitch black figure standing there with glowing red eyes.
"The f***!?" Carl exclaimed. Just as he reached for his pistol the figure just vanished as if it was never there. "What was that?!" Myles gasped.
"We could ask yo the same thing!" Sandra said, hyperventilating.
"Is there anyone else here!?" Carl questioned. They all looked all around, but there was no reply. "Myles you sure that there's no one else working the grounds?" Carl asked to be sure. "I mean, are you sure?"
"No one else called in. If they did, they have to report to me." Myles replied shakily. "And the fences kept out a lot of stragglers. I'm telling you, no one should have been able to get in."
"Well someone was here!" Sandra exclaimed now calming down a bit pointing to where it was. "This thing was right here!"
Right on que the lights came back on. "The hell's going on?" Carl growled.
"They just turned off and now they came back?" Sandra was beyond confused while her partner was rationalizing the situation, they were in. "Let's check the circuit breaker, Myles, mind leading us?"
"Yeah, sure, sure, right this way." The older gentleman began to lead the two officers to the room where the breaker was located.
"This place gets creepier and creepier." Sandra muttered.
"I don't blame you." Myles said as he continued to lean them on. "I'm even surprised this place hasn't been leveled to the ground yet." Sandra commented.
Myles stopped for a minute to look at them only to continue walking forward. "You don't think the city's tried? Every time we get construction out here, weird stuff seems to happen."
"What kind of stuff?" Carl questioned.
Myles just shook his head not knowing where to begin. "So much, there's so many things that've happened here, I don-I don't even know where to start. But enough to scare the crap out of people."
They soon found themselves in the basement, following the wires until they found the box. "Here it is, and as you can see, there's some age on it." Myles said as they opened it up a whole bunch of dust came flying out making them cough a bit.
"Phew, that's for sure." Sandra noted.
"Have you been having electrical issues?" Carl questioned. "I mean, like you said this is pretty old."
"Every so often, but because of the things happening here, no one ever has the chance to finish." Myles confirmed. But just as the older man was gonna inspect the breaker.
SLAM!
The bodycams whipped around just in time to see a shadowy figure run up the stairs. "Hey!" Carl shouted a he gave chase. "Hold it right there!" He shouted out. Sandra followed in suit as the two chased after the figure,
They ended up back into the lobby but when they did there was no sign of anybody around. "What the hell? I know we saw somebody." Sandra exclaimed in confusion.
"Keep your eyes peeled, they could be anywhere..." Carl said, looking around, "Oxnard PD! If your in here come out with your hands up! You are trespassing!" He called out to the supposed suspect they were chasing. "We saw you running, make it easier on yourself."
Silence remained around the cops and groundskeeper as they looked around... it was as if whoever was in the basement blinked in and out of existence. As they looked around, a small thump made them jump; turning around, they saw nothing at first. When they looked at the floor, there was a small, rectangular object. Approaching it, Carl's cam showed that it was a VHS tape.
"Wha-" Sandra was now starting to grow more confused. "Where'd this come from!?"
"Dunno... but it might help." Carl said, putting on a glove as to not ruin any evidence. "Get the camera, it might have something."
In terms of what a Shadow figure looks like, the general appearance is that most of them are males. They are aware of us and react to our observing them. The typical shadow person is tall, ranging from about 6′ to 7′ very often they seem to be wrapped in a cloak or large old-fashioned cloak which are not uncommon, Their appearance has depth to it, unlike a shadow cast on a wall that is flat. Quite typically they have no visible eyes, but some will have glowing red eyes Shadow people are rarely reported to have spoken or tried to communicate. Physical objects seem to not matter to them, and they can walk through walls and often at times they can have a demonic shape and demeanor.
Earlier: October 21
Rick and Lane ran down the corridor as loud, inhuman shrieks rang loudly behind them; countless footsteps heard as if whatever it was was chasing after them. The two made a mad dash towards a direction opposite of the kitchen.
When they got close to it, they burst through the door. "C'mon! C'mon fucking lock the thing!" Rick yelled out as Lane quickly scurried to twist the lock. He looked over to the side at a wooden cabinet. "Help me bring this thing down!"
Rick ran over and with much effort, pushed the cabinet over. "The fuck is going on man!?" Lane questioned as they finished putting the cabinet in front of the door. "Seriously what's going on!?"
"I don't know! We were just supposed to do a report of the place!"
Suddenly there was a loud bang on the door startling the two. It almost sounded like something bashed itself onto it. "Let's gout out of here!" Lane shouted. The two were about to run... when they stopped in their track; standing in front of them, with his back to them, was their missing co-worker.
They both glanced to one another both frightened and confused, because up till now they just noticed he was right there. Slowly they approached him, Rick being the one to talk first. "R-R-Roger? I-Is that you?"
Lane, showing concern, approached his co-worker and plaed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, Roger, are you-" But as he placed his hand... the producer's body jerked around; revealing his sunken eyes and nose, which were bleeding. As if he were let go of whatever held him up, the now deceased Roger fell onto Lane as they both crashed to the floor.
Suddenly, the inhuman shrieks surround the reporter and cameraman, who let out loud screams of terror as a figure, cloaked in shadow approached the fallen camera.
Because the classification of Shadow People is so large, their motivations are fairly wide-ranging. Often times the apparent motivation of shadow people is tied to their source. Generally found in homes and very often around bedrooms, the classic shadow people tend to be lurking. They will stand in doorways or corners and just watch their victims. These types of shadow entities don't generally seem to have any intent, they are just there observing. Sometimes they will wander a location, following people, or stalking them. Quite often they flee at being noticed, vanishing around corners or simply by going through a solid wall. Typically these are the classic human shaped shadows, sometimes with a hat and often times with a cloak or large coat. Less common is a vague figure, more like a human with a cloth over them sort of shape. Encounters with this class of shadow people typically install a sense of dread or foreboding. Whether this is just part of our instinctive reaction to seeing something dark in the night, or if they actually exude a sense of fear around them is open for debate. Some seem to just be observing us with unspoken intent. This class of Shadow People seem primarily to be attached to an individual and have been known to follow people from one location to the next. Caution should be used though with any of these entities, as a neutral in intent shadow person may actually be a hostile one waiting for an opening.
Dangerous or Aggressive Shadow People
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that some shadow people fitting the classic description are in fact malevolent. This is why I think all shadow entities should be treated with a high level of caution. Even if a shadow person is not initially hostile, it may just be a ploy. Considering that we are dealing with entities that may have a much different perception of time than we do, they are very capable of waiting for humans to break down or have a weak moment, giving them an opportunity to act on us. If you experience a persistent shadow person, use a significant level of caution!
Visitors And Transient Shadow People
There seems to be a class of shadow people that are less interested in what we are doing but have their own agenda. They are seen typically going from one place to another and seem not particularly interested in the goings on of those that observe them. Of all the types of Shadow People, these are the least understood as they do not linger and interact with us.
Shadow Figures As Omens
Some sightings of shadow people appear to be omens or portents of something bad happening, much like the legends of seeing a Barghest (Hell Hound) is a portent of death. Similarly, to the lurking type Shadow People, these entities are generally associated with just one person and are a more transitory occurrence, stopping after the event or tragedy has taken place.
Haunting Shadow Figures
The last main class of Shadow People are those tied to a location and seem to haunt only that area. Several types of shadow people make up this large group and their motivations vary considerably depending on the type of Shadow Person. In general, though, those that haunt a location tend to be more malevolent and dangerous to encounter. They are less likely to flee when spotted and may actually choose to attack instead. In my estimation, the least malevolent of this class are simply spirits that are negative in nature. At the extreme other end of the spectrum are the worst of the Shadow People, the demonic shadow creatures. What they want is usually to express their emotions on us. For weaker ones, that could be scratches and sick feelings. Stronger entities, are capable of full-on possessions, throwing objects or shoving people. If you decide to investigate an area with a known, repeating shadow entity, please use extreme caution.
Human Shaped Shadow People
These make up the bulk of the Shadow People sightings and include the typical cloaked figure and shadow people wearing hats. These can come in a variety of combinations. Obviously, what these shadow people are is pure speculation at this point in time.
The persistent shadow people of the lurking variety don't generally seem to be purely evil in intent, and almost seem more interested in us or at least in feeding off our energy. Others are simply negative manifestations of spirits. Almost universally though, they are a sign of something negative.
Black Mass Shadow People
Less human in form, but still of that general size and the black mass type of shadow people give the impression of being a human figure but fuzzier or blurred. They can change in shape, forming more of a cloud, but the impression is always that an entity it there.
It is my assertion that many of these black mass Shadow People are former negative spirits that have begun growing in power and are losing their human identity. As they absorb more and more negative emotion their sense of being human and who they are fades and becomes distorted. In the end, the become a form of the following type of shadow people, demonic.
Demonic Shadow People With Red Eyes
Definitely the most dangerous of the types of Shadow People, demonic shadows should be avoided at all costs. Among Shadow People, these are one of the few types that you can sometimes see the eyes of. Many accounts of them talk of glowing red eyes, which is a particularly bad sign.
Demonic forms vary widely, but usually retain a humanoid shape, but are often exaggerated in height, have wings or horns or elongated fingers. They do not give the impression of being a normal ghost or a sentient entity. Luckily these demonic Shadow People are typically tied to one location.
There are yet more forms that fall into the Shadow People categories. One that is more common is the Old Hag shadow person. Other less common reports are of shadow people that are non-human but seem more alien than demonic in nature. Of course, there are also other shadow entities, such as dogs. In fact, there is likely a class of shadow people that actually are aliens, but simply present to us a shadowy form as they interact with us.
9:30 P.M
From inside the squad car cam, we see Carl and Sandra enter it. "So, what'd they say?" Sandra questioned as she buckled herself in.
"A lot, but they'll examine the evidence we gathered." Carl's partner raised an eyebrow. "And where does that leave us?"
"We have to go back the complex." Carl replied as he stared up the vehicle and backed out.
"W-W-Wait time out a second..." Sandra wanted to be sure she heard him say it correctly. "What? We're going back there!?"
"We have to. There's someone hiding there, and they might know what happened."
"I'm pretty sure if there was, we'd find that person by now. And you're telling me you ain't the least bit freaked out by what we saw back there when the lights went out?"
"It was obviously someone messing with us." Carl said trying to be rational with it while Sandra thought over wise. "Besides, I'm not letting some spontaneous blackout..." As they reached the complex, the older officer topped in his tracks soon as they were close to the entrance. "What the?"
"What?" Sandra questioned as he pointed forward making her look at what he was seeing. "Is that...Myles?"
From the car's front cam they saw the old man with his back turned to them, he was just standing there in the middle of the street. "The heck is doing out here?" Sandra was perplexed by the situation.
"Hey, what're you two doing back here?"
The two cams spun around and saw the man approaching them. "Huh!?" Sandra looked back and from the car cams point of view the figure had vanished from plain sight just as they turned around. "You-He..."
"Okay, whoever you are, this isn't funny!" Carl shouted.
Myles was now confused not knowing they'd just saw something. "What's going on?"
"Someone's really trying to screw with us." Sandra said, her voice now irate, "This keeps-" It was then the sound of scurrying was heard. They both looked over the apartment complex and turned just in time to see the door slam shut. As the door closed, the silhouette of a humanoid figure stared out at them. "That's it I'm getting tired of this!" Carl shouted out in frustration getting out of the car slamming the door.
"Carl wait a minute stop!" Sandra tried calling out to him, but he wouldn't listen. "Shit!" She cursed quickly getting out. "Carl!" He was too involved and wrapped up ignoring his partner crying out to him.
But as he approached the door... another scurrying caught his attention, only this time... it was by the cruiser. For a brief moment he caught of glimpse of something pitch black looking at him with glowing red eyes. Quickly turning around, he pulled out his pistol taking Sandra by surprise. "Whoa-Whoa! Carol the hell you doing!? Watch where you're pointing that thing!"
It was then that more scurrying was heard, this time... it was all around the three as shadows apparently began to dart all around the area as the two bod cams whipped from one direction to another. Guttural noises now sounding off.
"Myles, what the hell is going on?!" Carl demanded.
"I don't know, but screw this. I'm getting out of here!" The old man replied back and made a run for his car very much freaked out and frightened by what was going on.
"Wait a minute!" Carl tried to stop him, but Myles would have none of it and backed up honking as he drove out with Sandra jumping back nearly getting hit in the process. He was long gone and turned the corner. "Dammit! Sandra you ok!?"
"Just barely!" She replied back standing up. "He almost hit me, how do you think I feel!?"
CRASH
The sound of a crash made the officers look in the direction where Myles fled, only to see smoke coming from the distance.
"That was Myles!" Carol realized immediately what happened and so he and his partner ran to the direction of where the smoke was coming from. When they came around the corner, Sandra gasped in shock because Myle's vehicle was now up in flames the result caused after crashing into a telephone pole. "Myles!" Carl shouted, only for the vehicle to combust even more.
"Dispatch, this is Sandra from patrol car 17, we have a civilian casualty four blocks away from the station. Car is on fire." Sandra said through her radio. "I repeat, civilian casualty, car is on fire!"
"Copy that 17-" Suddenly the radio went all static.
It was then that more scurrying was heard, the two looked all around them... when small red lights began to appear all around them. "Get back to the complex!" Carl ordered as they made a dash for the dilapidated building; the sounds of laughter filling the area around.
That's what they did, the two made a mad dash back to the complex but when they did, another explosion was heard and they saw that their squad car was also on fire! Despite this shock, they ignored it and rushed inside not aware that through a barely working car cam on the front laying on the street as they closed the door a black spectral figure materialized just outside the building.
"Jesus! What the hell's going on?!" Sandra cried out
"I don't know but we need to call for back up!" Carl replied reaching for his walkie. He tried hailing a frequency, only to get static. "I'm not getting anything!"
"Same here, my radio's not working too!" Sandra confirmed. "We got to get the hell out of here!"
"We can't. Until backup arrives, we're sitting ducks."
"In case you haven't noticed Carl, with all the shit that's been happening, we are pratically sitting ducks!" Sandra clarified to her partner. It was then that the light began flickering all around them, the two looking around in shock and fear "The hell is doing that!?" She asked taking out her pistol. Suddenly they heard the laughing again. "Keep your guard up!" Carl ordered.
As the two looked around, Sandra looked to her right and nearly gasped at what she saw... standing there, with rotting flesh, where the three missing reporters. They seemed to smile at her, eyes as black as coal. She then heard another sound beside her... when she turned, all her cam could catch was something lunging at her. As Carl looked around... suddenly, more red lights appeared around him. It didn't take long to realize these weren't lights... they were eyes! To his horror, his body cam saw that many humanoid shadows began to appear and surround him; laughing in an inhuman way.
"What the hell? Sandra, we gotta run!" When he didn't hear her, he turned, "Sandra?" Sandra turned and when she did her eyes were glowing solid red and her canines became sharp giving off an inhuman noise lunging right at him. Carl grabbed his gun and fired a few shots as the feed went dark.
As dispatch reached the complex, they found both destroyed cars and the charred remains of Myles. Officer Carl was found in the lobby, heavily injured, but miraculously still alive. Officer Sandra on the other hand was not so fortunate and was killed in action under strange circumstances. The next month the apartment complex was torn down. The evidence collected earlier revealed that the video and the camera belonged to the Abandoned Explorers tv, which revealed what had happened to them. Despite this, the evidence has not been revealed to the public.
Even though there have been questions regarding that night, none of them have yet to been answered. The existence of paranormal entities have been reported and documented for centuries, while science may disregard them as non-existent and figments of imagination, could these films be proof that that there are dark things in this world we do not fully understand, and do they lurk among us?
A dark figure looks into the camera; its eyes glowing a crimson red.
To be continued
(Once again huge shout out/thanks to King of 2211 for cowriting this with me on Discord)
Now replying back to reviewers
Toa Solaric. That's ok. And honestly, it's a first adding in languages to my stories, so that's a huge leap. As for what other myths, yeah there'll be some.
heroflow1000. No I'm not, I'm almost done with that one, I ain't got no reason too.
King of 2211. Maybe and yeah thanks again as per usual my friend, but hey you do realize that after this chapter, the one you've been 'looking' forward to working on the most will be next. So that'll be fun, because I've been looking forward to it to. As for the stories, I'm taking down, eh, it's ok. And yes, Christmas was good for me that year.
Marbled Gold. Yep, giants are really no joke though, and I figured why not.
Ah Giants, a classic example, "make thing bigger and it's scarier" As for last part thank King of 2211, that was his personal touch.
54godamora. Oh, you'll be seeing them again soon enough.