More Grandpa Davey Speaks
A Path with a Heart
A Stop at Willoughby
Can't Captue It
Invest in Yourself
Killing Me Softly
Leave it to Beaver
Lost in the Grand Canyon
Mind Over Temperature
Mother of all Storms
No Sense at All
Not Shadow People
Squirt Gets Run Over
The Cheapest Medicine
The Golden Calf
Ticket to Freedom
Two Types of Girls
Vaya Con Dios
Where's the Beef?
Worst Case Scenario
Upon sensing their presence, Sweet Mom stands in the nursery and
admonishes the visitors to do her babies no harm. It is said that
babies bring links to that forgotten place where we all come from.
Our experience living with little people has always brought us into
contact with this unseen and perhaps forgotten world.
following series of encounters occurred after the arrival of our
second litter. Although essentially a shared experience, I shall
attempt to describe, chronologically, the events from my
As I entered the hallway from the warehouse, a
dark figure darted from the hall into the final assembly room.
Startled, but sensing no danger, I dismissed it as a trick of the
eye. During my late night sessions, this became a common occurrence.
Pacing from room to room, as was my custom, I encountered these
shadow people always in the same way. As I entered a room, they
exited silently, as if not wanting to be caught. I sensed no danger
from these inter-dimensional visitors, but visually they appeared as
physical intruders. As in Not Shadow
People, I carried a pistol on my hip to quickly dispatch from
the earth plane any corporeal visitors.
During this same
period, I saw identical figures at home. I saw them by the door to
the girls’ room and also slipping into the kitchen from the dining
area. Knowing how Sweet Mom responds to otherworldly beings in the
house near her children, I said nothing. One day, Sweet Mom
mentioned that while sitting at her desk she had been seeing shadowy
figures going down the hall towards the kid’s room. She also saw
them slipping into the kitchen. I acknowledged the same experience.
This instantly ended our encounters with these shadow people.
Later, I found a story on the internet where a son had encountered
strange, non-physical critters in his dad’s workshop. When he told
his dad of this, he responded that they had been there for awhile.
Late night radio then revealed a seeming epidemic of shadow people
sightings. Hence, you can now Google “Shadow People” and find more
than you care to know.
The shadow people encounters now being
history, we now met the white shadow people. On occasion while
stirring from sleep, I would glance toward the dressing area of our
bedroom. Staring back at me was a white figure. I call it white, but
in the dark it was just a light (not illuminated) figure that, after
a moment of contact, just disappeared. Not wanting Sweet Mom to
go on and on about entities watching us sleep, I said nothing.
As is now the routine, one day Sweet Mom asked if I had seen the
light figure by the bathroom. I acknowledged the sightings, and that
was the end of the white shadow people.
I find strange, the
casual acceptance of these encounters. I once listened to a woman
describe astonishment at her own reaction to such an encounter. A
figure appeared at the foot of her bed and said, “Don’t be afraid.”
“Afraid?” she responded. “I don’t even know what you are.” Then she
went to sleep.