Shadow Figures & An Attempted Possession || Ghosteas Tea Party #120
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What are shadow figures and why do they frighten us?
hi ghosties i'm macy and i'm natalie there's a type of entity that we have come across many times over the last three years and if you watch any paranormal content even outside of this podcast then i have no doubt that you've heard of it too shadow figures these entities present themselves as darker than night a mere shadow with eyes walking freely and bringing feelings of fear or anxiety in their wake There are many theories as to what they could be. Interdimensional beings, a physical manifestation of negativity and fear, demons. Today, we'll be telling stories of these beings from our listeners. It's a truly frightening set of tales, so grab your tea, your blanket, maybe even your nightlight, and we'll get started.
So, have you landed on a solid theory in your mind yet? No, and I don't think I ever could. Yeah, I don't have one. All I know is that they are very scary. Yes, that's it. That's all I know.
I don't know if I've ever heard a story of a shadow figure that wasn't fear-inducing.
Unsettling. The
people who saw it weren't really scared, you
know? Yeah. Yeah. Would you count my encounter as a shadow figure? No, because it was more of a mist, wasn't it?
Mm-hmm.
Because it wasn't a
fully formed person. Like these are like Peter Pan shadow.
You know what I mean? Okay. Huh. Yeah. Mine was more of like a misty. Yours was the darkness from Twitches. Yes. Yes. Almost. Yeah. Oh, creepy. Well, we'll get started. Our tea today is from the Binner Tea Company. It's green tea pomegranate. It's a good one. It was sent by one of you guys and it has become one of my, my go-tos. Yeah. So. Oh God. Okay. I'm ready. It's spooky. Let's go.
So this first story is unsigned, so anonymous. Oh my gosh.
Anonymous
shadow figure. I've never believed in the paranormal, but when I was 13, something happened that I still can't explain. In 2021, I had a close friend who was fascinated by the supernatural. We lived near each other and spent almost every day together. One winter afternoon, we decided to explore the forest behind her house. The snow was deep, the air crisp, and everything seemed perfectly normal. Until it didn't. As we trudged through the woods, an unsettling feeling crept over us. It was as if we were being watched, but not from the ground. Sensation was different, almost as if unseen eyes followed us from the tree branches above. The feeling intensified when we reached a small clearing encircled by tall skeletal trees, but we brushed it off and continued walking.
When we finally returned to our starting point, something made my blood run cold. Fresh footprints. Large, unmistakably from a man's boots. were imprinted beside our own in the snow. The tracks stretched along the entire route we had taken. Someone, or something, had followed us the entire time. Yet we had heard nothing, seen nothing. The realization sent a chill down my spine and we hurried back to my friend's house. Her sister had arrived home while we were gone and we breathlessly told her what had happened. Skeptical, she insisted we go back and check. I wasn't thrilled about the idea, but curiosity got the better of me. As we retraced our steps through the snow, I tried to rationalize the footprints.
Probably just a jogger, I told myself. Nothing weird. I even forced myself to look for something scary, something that would make the trip feel worth it. And that's when I saw it. A tree stump, oddly shaped, almost like a grotesque face. I pointed it out to my friend, laughing nervously, but as I lifted my gaze from the stump, my breath caught in my throat. Standing about twenty meters away- partially hidden behind a tree, was a tall black figure. It had no face, just a void where features should have been. One elongated hand gripped the tree trunk, its fingers impossibly long. Though it had no eyes, I felt its gaze, heavy and unrelenting. I barely managed to whisper. My friend screamed. Her sister, who had been skeptical moments before, turned pale and gasped.
Then we ran. The forest floor was uneven, our feet slipping and sinking into the snow as we stumbled downhill.
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