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March 2006 – Page 19

Shadow's Revenge
by Karin R.

Here is a story from Holland, The Hague. About 15 years ago, I stayed for the night at the house of my father-in-law. My husband was not there yet because he was working on the nightshift. The house of my father-in-law was build somewhere before 1940, so it wasn't a very old house. After entering the house, there was a staircase to the second floor where the living room, the kitchen and my father-in-law's bedroom were situated. The bathroom and the room of my husband and I was on the third floor, which was a former attic.

In the middle of the night, I woke up from a sound sleep. As I listened, I heard someone climbing up the stairs. I knew that it was not my father-in-law or my husband. While this person was coming closer, I had so many thoughts going through my mind. Why don't I hide – come on now, move! Just role off beside the bed, so he can't see you! Quick now! But I couldn't move. I was terrified. I saw a person completely in black, more like an intense black shadow open the bedroom door and enter the room. I was shaking like a leaf. The black shadow came closer, while pointing a handgun at me. All of a sudden, he shot me in my forehead. Before he left, I heard him say, "Now you know what it's like!"

When he was gone, I was a little less scared. I expected the shot in my forehead to hurt, but it felt like I got hit by a fist instead of a bullet. I realized that he had killed me , and I thought, "What will happen next?" I suddenly became somewhat happy, because now I got the chance to see heaven; after all, I was dead, right? But no, I never saw a glimpse of heaven. I was quickly able to move again and could not stop shaking for several hours.

Early in the morning, my husband got home, and I told him what happened and that I've never been so scared in my entire life. He thought I just had a bad dream. A few weeks later, I walked by a store and looked into the window. To my surprise I saw a reflection of my forehead with a small dent in it. Back home, I checked my forehead in the mirror, and I could see the dent, but only with the light shining on it in a certain way. I never noticed this dent before, and immediately thought about the nightmare, as I call it.

Was it a nightmare? It felt as if I was wide awake, but why couldn't I move? And why did that shadow say, "Now you know what it's like"? I asked some close relatives about the dent, and they never noticed it before; neither did my husband. All I can say is that this is my true story and I still don't understand what happened. My father-in-law gladly moved out of the house, because he had bad feelings about the house, something to do with negative energy or so. He said this without knowing what happened that night. I told him my story after he moved out.

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