This is my entry for the Supernatural Writing Contest(SWC) by 
For most of you who don't believe that strange things happen, are happening and also exist, this is nothing but my own true story of an encounter with a demonic power, or the devil himself. Not sure what it was.
Its not until recently when I could afford a smart phone, that I had a chance too search on Google to find out exactly what I saw and according to Google, I saw a "shadow person"
But what exactly are shadow people, well this is a carve from another person's experience who have tried to explain.
No one seems to know for sure, even as sightings of these entities continue to be reported. Generally they appear as dark, silhouette figures, usually male, who suddenly walk across hallways, through walls, appear in rooms only to disappear again, and sometimes stand looking at a sleeping person only to eventually vanish once the sleeper has awakened. They have no purpose; don’t seem to be harbingers of any sort. Are they from another dimension? The afterlife? Whatever they are, they have scared enough people to have drawn some increased attention to their shadowy selves.- Jamie Frater (2009)
So if there are shadow people in our planet, why are they hiding ? I doubt this, I must have seen the devil that night.
My Story
I was 14 year old when I saw a shadow person. At this age I was living in a dormitory and was in Junior Secondary three (jss3). I attended a secondary school called Holy Family College, based in a state in Nigeria, Africa.
Because I was very young when I began the school, I developed a serious fear of sleeping alone. Most of the nights when I was not allowed by my friend into his bed, I stayed awake through the night. If it became unbearable, I would snuck into my neighbors bed just to close the eyes for the night. During this nights that I stayed awake, I saw things no one believe and heard things no one believe. I mean it.
This continued in my life and gets worst every time. I was a very happy child during the day, but at night I was always sad, it was time to sleep alone again.
And then one night as many other nights before, I challenged my self to sleep in my bed as a man child. Well this night, like many others ended in a regret. At exactly a certain time in midnight, I wake like always, feeling as if someone woke me. I realized how quite everywhere was. By this time everyone was fast asleep.
I started my night watch. By this night gave me the story I'm writing now.
On my bed, which was a double bunk bed, I slept in the upper bunk, which was closer to the roof. The dormitory as in the case then in Africa, was lighted with lanterns. Lying steadily on my bed, trying to fake sleep, I heard noises on the zinc roof and outside the dormitory which made me vibrate in fear.
First, I heard foot steps on the roof, just above me. So, I quickly made a loud exclamation, not really shouting the name of Jesus as it should have been, because I felt, I didn't need to piss off whatever that was.
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I quickly slide off the bunk, plunging into a neighbors bed and choosing the inner part of the bed. Lol. That way, I felt safe. And from there, I continued listening without fear, feeling safe. However, the footstep on the zinc roof had ceased and after a few minute I saw a shadow in the dormitory.
Reflecting on the wall, a shadow was moving. Well who could believe that shadows move without bodies. As the normal hostel routine, I suspected it was a hall mate who was waking and walking towards the door to take a pee. And i was about to get out of the bed and go with him, plus i would have a chance to peep at the noisy outside.
But the shadow walk past the door and my bunk and had no body accompanying it. I immediately realised I saw an unusual thing. I would have dismissed it to be a slight of the eye, but it came again and pass. A dark man like figure, fondling something with its finger. My body reacted to the fear, and I began shaking.. Feeling unsafe. Because soon, the shadow blended into a dark corner.
I kept a steady gaze at the dark corner for hours. Shaking. Thankfully, a generous sleep pickup on me, and took me to the rising bell which was usually 5am.
Google now said to me, you saw a shadow man, I believe I saw a witch. Which are very rampant in Africa. I will tell you more sinister stories, which I encountered different nights.
Pictures seen here are only a description of what I saw