Goosebumps and Shivers

Not my usual kind of post.  One more Halloween tale before the spirit of the season is gone…

Have you ever been so scared you were afraid to speak. Been so frightened that words get stuck in your throat?  Have you thought to yourself that if you didn’t put it into words, then it wouldn’t be real?  I have had these very thoughts and that is why until very recently, I kept this little story all to myself. 

Our house is only about 20 years old and we are the second owners.  Eight years ago this week, as I sat nursing my second daughter I saw a “flash” out of the corner of my eye.  I shook my head and decided I needed to get more sleep!  I decided to put this little flash out of my mind. 

Then the flash…the movement in the corner of my eye.  I saw it again.  I was afraid to walk down the hall, I refused to leave my baby alone that night.  She slept with me.

About a week later I walked into my three year olds room and was instantly covered in a cold sweat as she laughed, pointed and giggled uncontrollably at the very empty corner of her room.

Later still, home alone, at dusk.  I was sitting in my family room downstairs, I saw someone, a child, run the length of the upstairs hall.  I nearly cried.  I was paralyzed with fear.

I was terrified and confused!  So scared that I did not even tell my Hubby I had seen anything.  Was I losing my mind?  Was I truly going crazy?  I spent hours researching the history of our house and found nothing that would explain a wee spirit coming to visit and roam this house in the suburbs.  I knew, these instances had to be ghost or spirit sightings, there was no other explanation. 

Then one day, again as I sat nursing,  I saw this little flash sit down.  It was a little boy.  He was see through?  Kind of opaque.  Yet I can tell you he was wearing a red and black striped sweater.  He sat with his legs dangling through the banister.  I realized he was always wearing that sweater.  He sat in that particular spot, legs dangling, feet kicking,  often.   I have no idea what his face looked like…just a vague image of him.

After that I saw him regularly between my daughters room and the bathroom upstairs.  A quick flash of image, bolting back and forth.  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and broke down, crying, blubbering, shaking, and told my Hubby.  I feared he would think I was a sleep deprived nut.  I didn’t even get the full story out, he stopped me mid way through my rambling teary tale….  “You’ve seen him too.”  Was his immediate response.  Whew.

Now, I have to be honest, although we saw this little boy numerous times over the months that followed, and it startled and scared me every single time, I did not feel that he was here to harm me or my children,  BUT I did not want him in my house.  Something had to give. We talked about putting the house up for sale.  Some people think this kind of thing is cool, we are not those people. 

When my Uncle, the Baptist Minister, came to visit we braved the subject.  He was not at all surprised.  He said the spirit was stuck.  We needed to tell him, he was no longer welcome in this house and it was Okay for him to go home now.  (We made our Uncle say those words too)
I stood in the hall upstairs like a crazy lady and spoke to the air.  With tears in my eyes, I told that child he needed to go into the light.  That he was no longer welcome in this house.  I am covered in goose bumps right now, but I never saw him again.  My then 3 year old stopped laughing and pointing at air.  Hubby has not seen him either.

Call me crazy, go ahead and say it is not possible but I’ve gotta tell you …I believe! 

 

Hope you all had a happy and scare free Halloween!

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