One cold winter night, my friend J. and I were returning from an early movie at the old Palace theater in Parkersburg West Virginia. We took a short-cut down over Ambrose Hill to get to Sixth Street. As usual a slow moving freight train was passing by and we had to wait to get across the railroad tracks. It was very cold and there was maybe an inch of fresh snow on the ground. The night was clear and we were stomping our feet trying to stay warm.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shadow of a man running towards us, from the East, not behind us. I grabbed my friend and as we both looked in the direction he was coming from, he just disappeared. How can there be a shadow of a person, but no real person? I don’t know and I’m not sure I want to know, but it happened to my friend and I.