Meeting My Shadow Family
by Mozelle Martin,
At nine-years-old, I was always fascinated by the boiler room in our basement. Growing
up in a very haunted 1800s Victorian hotel, I was obsessed with that room. My tummy cramped
very badly each time I was near the room, yet I persisted. Staring, my eyes alternated
between the actual boiler and the walls, sometimes for hours. The only lighting in this cement
room was the glow from the boiler�s pilot light.
Eventually I started seeing random flashes of light. At other times, lights would slowly
go across the walls like a spider. Initially when I tried to visually follow the lights,
they would suddenly vanish as if someone turned them off. At other times, I was able to follow
them until they went around the corner or through a crevice.
The more I went into this room, the more frequent these lights became. Eventually, I met my
first shadow people. When I first saw the shadow, I thought my parents were behind me;
when I turned to look, nobody was there. The basement was not accessible to hotel guests
due to the door being locked, and I had access to the only key. Then I thought maybe it was
my own shadow, but I was standing still while they were moving.
One day I felt as if a shadow man was staring back at me. Obviously, I could not see his
face but it felt chilling. Just then my tummy cramped as it always did whenever I was in
danger, so I yelled, �Go away, leave me alone�, and ran out of the room. For a week
I avoided the basement unless my mother was with me. Even though I felt scared, my obsession
increased.
Finally, after giving in to my obsession, I grabbed our Polaroid camera and returned
to the basement. My intention was to take just one picture of the shadow people and
then show the picture to my adoptive parents. After taking a bunch of pictures, I went upstairs
and laid them on the kitchen table, I anxiously waited in anticipation of seeing a shadow
person. Just then my parents walked in. After seeing 30 pictures of an ugly boiler, they
became very angry with me for wasting three packs of Polaroid film.
I tried to tell them both what I had been experiencing; they said I was dreaming and
that what I claimed to see was �absolutely impossible�. I insisted that what I was
seeing was very real; they told me to �stop lying�. As a result, they did everything
in their power to prevent me from going back down there including hiding the key. However,
as a sly child, I saw where they put it.
I didn�t mention it for a couple months and, because I had always loved taking pictures,
I begged for a camera of my own. For Christmas that year, I received a Canon Canonet. I was
so excited because, while my parents thought I had forgotten about the boiler room, I hadn�t.
Armed with my new camera, I headed to the boiler room. I waited until they went to bed
and spent all night down there, almost every night. After repeated attempts over several
months� time, I finally ended up with the photo I wanted so desperately.
Meeting My Shadow Family
One area that I was always scared of alongside the boiler room was a short hallway that led
to some narrow steps which led to an unknown location. My father, who was 6�0� and
195 pounds, could not fit in there. My mother, who was 5�2� and 130 pounds, could barely
fit in there. So I knew at 4�11� and 88 pounds that I could and, despite my fearful
resistance that increased my desire to do so.
Off and on during the previous months of trying to capture a shadow person on film, I had
seen round white, semi-transparent circles floating in and out of the camera�s frame.
I even saw a few with my naked eye but I was so focused on the shadow people that I initially
ignored the white circles.
One evening during a typical overnight stay in the boiler room, I saw a very large white
circle. It appeared the size of a baseball. Because it was so big and was moving toward
the scary area next to the boiler room, I decided to go too. I grabbed the flashlight
from the boiler room and followed the circle down the hallway. Partway up the stairs, my
cramps were replaced with a tickly, butterfly-flutter and an ice-cold chill.
I sat down on the steps and folded my shirt up over my now-crossed arms. I was feeling
light-headed and unable to move. To-date it was one of the most bizarre feelings I have
ever experienced. Then, just as suddenly, I became extremely hot. I started sweating
behind my neck, on my forehead, and my armpits were sticky. The heat increased and a desperate
urge to find some place cool came over me, as if I was suffocating. I knew if I went
back toward the boiler room, I would be even hotter so the only other way to go now was
up.
I slowly continued up the steps then stopped to look down the tunnel. I noticed several
small white circles moving; they looked like bubbles. I then saw several semi-transparent
gray, human-shaped lights but told myself that was impossible. Still distracted by the
noticeably cold air and still sweating, I continued.
Meeting My Shadow Family
Once through the tunnel, I noticed another narrow entrance leading into what appeared
to be a very dark space. By this time, the bubbles disappeared and I was no longer sweating.
As I got closer to this narrow entrance, I started to feel like I was walking into a
private space � a place where I wasn�t supposed to be. My tummy didn�t ache but
I had this weird feeling that there were people in there. I listened, but didn�t hear anything.
How could people be in there and why would they want to live in such a creepy place?
I stopped and looked all around me. My mind told me to leave but my heart told me to keep
going. I had never felt so confused or energetically paralyzed. I felt like I was watching myself
from behind.
I knew I could never begin to explain this to my parents. They didn�t believe me now,
so I knew that I was all alone in this experience too.
My mind started racing � even if I screamed, nobody would hear me. It is the middle of
the night, my parents and the hotel guests are floors above me and asleep, and I am in
some dark cave somewhere. I am doomed if I can�t get out. My parents would never think
of looking for me in this area. They had hidden their key when I got into trouble and they
did not know that I knew where it was. I started panicking yet I came too far to not continue.
I just had to know who is in that room.
Meeting My Shadow Family
The room was approximately 10 feet square, and all I saw was old toilet and plumbing
parts on one side and a couple sticks and feathers on the other side which were laid
out in a cross shape. I was so mentally exhausted that all I could do is just sit on the floor,
thankful that nobody was in there. I ended up falling asleep for a short time but was
soon woken by the sound of kids voices. When I could finally focus my eyes, I saw four
kids and a bunch of babies. They were semi-transparent just like the bubbles I had followed in there.
When I tried to stand up, they vanished.
�Who are you?� said a voice that sounded like mine. I could not believe I asked someone
a question � a �someone� that was not really there. Was my mind playing tricks on
me? Was I dreaming?
Feeling thankful nobody was around to hear me, I shut my eyes again hoping to wake up
from this dream. It wasn�t a dream� this time I heard various voices, a trailing whisper
�Luella, Delores, Nancy, Sara�. I jumped up and looked around; nobody was there.
I ran out of the room, through the narrow doorways, down the steps, through the short
hallway, back into the boiler room and up to my bedroom safe and sound. As I lay in
my own bed under the covers, I could hear my heartbeat which sounded like it was still
running and trying to catch up with me.
Not being able to sleep, I sounded-out the names and drew what I saw.
Meeting My Shadow Family
When I hear gurus on television say, �Shadow people are evil beings�. I personally do
not believe that. In fact, I truly considered the many shadow people my only friends and
eventually my shadow family. Even though we cannot verbally speak, and I cannot see any
facial features, the connection we have developed ever since this first day, is very powerful.
Imagine how strongly you would be connected to your best friend or spouse if you could
read each other�s minds? There would likely be no more misunderstandings and closer bonds
because we would be communicating without judgement. This would allow everyone to be
in total acceptance of one another. The close relationship I have had with my shadow family
has been completely peaceful and healing.
So, instead of being paralyzed by fear the next time you see a shadow person, try saying
�hello�. You just may find that you have a shadow family too.
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