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Mr. Jones and the Shadow Kids
by Carolyn S.

My children and I lived in an older two-story home several years ago. We too saw little shadows from time to time. They had no real shape or definition, but you got the impression they were children. There were three distinct figures. Four main rooms downstairs had connecting doorways. These shadows would "run" from room to room. At first I tried to ignore them and just chock it up to my overactive imagination. But then one night my goddaughter was visiting and we were all sitting in the living room with my goddaughter and daughter on the floor in front of the TV. Suddenly, my goddaughter jumped up and screamed that something just came from behind the TV and ran into the hallway. My daughter and son just calmly told her, "Oh, that's just the little kids who live here." My Goddaughter was pretty leery about being in the house after that. 

We lived there for about two years, and during all this time the shadow kids ran around from time to time. There was never a certain time they showed up. We just got used to their presence. We were also blessed with a presence that we came to call Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones was a practical joker. You just kind of "felt his presence." He would brush against you when no one else was in the room. He would move objects only to put them back later. Sometimes the curtains in the room would move where you were at, just to let you know he was there. One time in particular, I was home alone watching TV downstairs. The house was quiet. Suddenly the TV upstairs in my son's room is playing loudly. I immediately go upstairs thinking he has left it on. I go in and turn it off. By the time I get to the bottom of the stairs and am crossing the foyer, the TV is back on and louder than ever. I go up again and turn it off. I get back to the first landing and again it comes on. Scared and frustrated this time, I yell up the stairway, "Turn it off, Mr. Jones. I am not coming back up there." About five minutes go by and the TV goes off. 

The house was sold later that year and then torn down the year after. Sometimes I wonder where Mr. Jones and those kids went to. I am really glad they did not leave with me.

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