Those things that go bump in the night make our flesh crawl. They make the little hairs on the back of our necks stand on end. They make us question our eyesight and our sanity. What they don't do, is make sense.
Our logical, rational view of the world tells us ghosts, and spirits, and Shadow People don't exist, but our senses tell a different story.
Step into the unknown with those of us who have seen them. Experience the flesh-crawling feeling as they tell their stories of terror. Let your mind question the material world as you step gingerly around the corners of your own home, wondering, anticipating, your own face to face contact with faceless Shadow People.
