‘Do you ever feel like someone is watching you?’ Billy B asked. ‘You may be alone, but cannot shake the feeling of being observed,’ Billy B continued. Once I woke in the middle of the night and there was a shadow figure at the foot of my bed,’ Billy B recounted. ‘The Shadow Man was watching me while I slept,’ Billy B said with a shiver. ‘On a separate occasion, I went around a corner, and there was Mr. Shadow Man again,’ Billy B said. It has not been clear what his intentions for me are,’ Billy B noted. ‘He is a man of few words,’ Billy B explained. ‘Once when I was being rushed to the hospital by ambulance, I saw him sitting next to me,’ Billy B said. ‘When I asked him if I would live, he nodded slowly,’ Billy B remembered.

‘Shadow Man was with Grandma A and me in the woods when we were hunting persimmons,’ Neva J recalled. ‘Grandma A spoke to him and watched us from a clearing in the forest,’ Neva J said. ‘Grandma A told me the Shadow Man was Dutch, her son lost in World War II, or what was left of him, Neva J said with tears in her eyes. ‘So my brother has been watching out for his nephew all of these years,’ Neva J whispered.