Once you see the shadow man, he never leaves you alone. He tortures you and stalks you... and it's fun for him.

4/27/1993. I first met him when I was twenty-one. I've lived alone since I was

eighteen, but it never felt like that. When I was cooking dinner, I would hear a creak come from upstairs. I would go upstairs to check and then I would hear a clang from downstairs, and when I checked, the pan was on the floor and the stove was on fire. I ran over to the

stove, and I saw a piece of paper burning, and all I could see left on the paper, was HI.

5/4/1993. After that I obviously moved into an apartment so that if there were creaks upstairs, I would know who it was. But one day, I was trying to fall asleep, and I heard a creak come from the hallway, I checked and the door to the bathroom was open. I closed it, thinking it was just a draft from the window and tried to go to bed. That's when the night-terrors started. At first, I just saw it in the door, or the window. Then it started getting closer, and closer. It would get so close that I could feel the weight on my chest, and I couldn't breathe. I would wake up at 3 every morning, sweating through my clothes, my chest heaving. One day I went into the bathroom to cool off in the shower. When I got out and looked at the mirror, my name, 'Amanda' was written in the steam above my head, my face distorted, and I could just barely make out the silhouette of a man in a top hat standing behind me. I thought it was just because i was tired, and it was 3 AM, but I never thought it would get worse.

7/14/1993. I was driving home in the pouring rain after visiting my brother, Caleb. I looked up and a man with a top hat, cloaked in darkness, appeared in the road. I swerved to avoid him and moved on, muttering to myself about why he was in the road. I checked in the rearview mirror to see where he went. In the backseat of my car, sat a man, cloaked in black, wearing a top hat. I screamed, swerved to the side, drove into a gitch, hit the dashboard, and passed out.

8/20/1993. Even drugged and in the hospital the night terrors were just as bad and worse. The only difference is that they monitored my pulse and oxygen, and so somehow, they pulled me out of it. Multiple times. Eventually, I was let out of the hospital after having a fractured wrist and minor concussion. The hospital informed me that I should stay with someone else for a couple of weeks, until I was healed. I decided to ask Caleb if he could stay with me in my apartment. He agreed to stay until I was better, but the real reason I asked him was because I thought staying with someone else would help with the nightmares. It did to a certain extent. One night, Caleb realized what was happening and got me out of the nightmare. After I woke up, he just sat there in shock. I asked him what

happened and why he looked like he just saw a ghost, and he said, "That's because I did." In my sleep, a sort of black mist was coming out of me and swirling in the corner. He slept next to me on the ground from then on.

9/6/1993. The nightmares weren't as bad now that I was staying with someone, But I kept seeing things. I would keep waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a figure in the corner of my room. It looked like it was waiting for something. I decided that I needed to get away from all the crazy stuff that was happening. I invited my best friend Hannah to one of my dad's old cabins in the woods. We would always have sleepovers there as kids, and l thought it was a nice safe place to be. Oh boy was I wrong-

9/12/1993. We started to have a bonfire one night and roast marshmallows over the fire, and I started to hear noises from the woods. Heavy breathing, footsteps, and occasionally, screams. We decided that it was time to go inside. We were settling on the couch, when suddenly, the front door opened. Hannah rushed up to check who was there, since if they were, they were trespassing. No one was there. We decided it was the wind and tried to watch a movie. The second we turned it on, all the lights in the house went off. The TV was just static and broken. At this point we were freaking out, and Hannah decided to ask if anyone was messing with us. No one was supposed to be in the cabin or anywhere else around the property, but from outside, there was a whisper. We couldn't tell what it said, and we couldn't tell who said it. Hannah rushed to get flashlights, and just out of instinct, I ran to get the hatchet that hung on the wall. I heard a door slam in the hallway.

"Hannah?" I shouted down the hallway. I could hear muffled cries coming from the bathroom. I rushed down the hallway and found that the bathroom door was locked, and water was streaming out of the bottom.

"Amanda! Help!! The doors locked and I can't get out!" I could hear her screaming from inside the bathroom. I picked up my hatched and took it to the door. "I'm coming!" I just kept hacking at the door trying to get her outf I should've been more careful because suddenly her scream cut off and the hatchet had blood on it. This time I was the one that screamed as I watched the door swing open and my best friend fall

to the ground with mutilated skull as the bloodied water pooled around her.

9/12/1993, 3:33 AM. I've never been more scared in my life. You would think after murdering your best friend, you would be frozen, but it was quite the opposite for me. My mind was reeling, and I kept seeing figures moving out of the corner of my eye. My head was

filled with screams and disembodied voices. I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. The walls were bleeding. The trees were crying. Scratches started showing up on my arms and legs. I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I could hear someone calling my name. I heard people knocking on the walls. Gunshots rang out everywhere.

10/2/1993. I could see Hannah. She told me there's no after. Theres no more for us after death. I decided to see for myself.