Posted By: ChristinaJoy on
Sunday, October 26th, 2008, 1:07 am
In 1996, my husband at the time and my pregnant self moved into a home together, along with his 2 young children. How the house was designed was there was the master bedroom was on one end of the house and the other 2 bedrooms were at the other end. The 2 bedrooms had a bathroom that was between the two rooms. Anyways, the first evening in our home, all was quiet and we were in bed for the night. My husband and I were talking quietly and we heard what sounded like someone running from one end of the house to the other. The first time we heard it, we were expecting to see one of his children burst through the door into our room but no one did. We heard it again and assumed that one of the kids were up. I got up to see what was going on and who was running. I went to check in the children’s rooms and they were both sound asleep. I went back to my room and my husband and I talked about what it might be. We thought that maybe the heating ducts under the house were making noises or something to that effect. It continued to happen about once or twice a week since.
After some time went by, my son was born and that is when I really started noticing things around the house. I defiantly felt there was something in my house. I could start to see it. It was a see through gray mass that had a light/white outline. It usually hung out in the hallway, in front of the door to one of the kid’s rooms. I wasn’t scared by seeing it, for some reason it gave me a feeling of comfort. I was not sure why.It seemed like the spirit started making its self more known the more time went by. I figured my mind was playing tricks on me but a part of me felt like it wasn’t. When the 2 younger kids were home, one would say that the end kids room scared them really bad and wouldn’t go in there and the other one said that they had a new friend in that room and they played with them with their toys. Since I didn’t feel that it was anything harmful, and there was a good chance the child just had an imaginary friend, I just made sure that I listened to what the kid said about that room or their new found friend.
One night we were all in the living room watching TV. We heard a noise coming from the end kids’ bedroom. It was a toy that was going off by its self. It was a karate figure that made fighting noises like, “hiya hiya ya, hiya ya”. Well, this toy was doing its hiya thing over and over. I went in the room to find it and the noise stopped. I tried to find it and I could not. When I left the room, it started going off again. I reentered the room and to no avail, I could not find that toy because the noise stopped. I said to my husband, “The batteries must be going dead in the toy or something” as I said that, a different toy sounded off in the room. I was scared for a moment but a part of me felt that I shouldn’t. I had that comfort feeling again.The interesting thing is after that first night of hearing the toy, I would hear it again over and over, but it was usually at a time when the kids and I were home but my husband wasn’t. The funny thing is, every time that I went into bedroom when I heard the toys going off, there was usually a really good reason to. One time I went in and there was a pillow on the heater. Another time the window was open. Another time, someone had left the water running in the kids’ bathroom and it was about to over flow. So, every time that I heard that “hiya” I would go in to see what was wrong in the room. I felt like I had someone who was watching out for things and giving me a hand. Again, I had the comfort feeling.
In 2000, my husband and I separated. I felt very depressed and very alone but I never quite felt “alone” alone. The days I had my kids I was always tired and my son, 4 at the time, seemed to always wake up before me and he had a hard time waking me up. He would turn the TV up full blast to get me up. (I had been sleeping on the couch) I would tell him, “alright, alright, Im awake” then I would get up. One morning, when my children were with their father, I heard the TV up full blast and I woke up saying, “ok, ok, Im awake, Im awake” assuming it was my son turning up the TV. He wasn’t there and the remote was on the floor in front of the TV. I looked at the clock and it was 5 minutes before I had to leave for work. Something had turned on the TV full blast to get me up. Another time, I was kind of crying to myself alone in the living room saying to my self how alone I felt and then a few different toys went off in the room. It gave me a sense of peace and made me feel that maybe I really wasn’t alone.
More things started happening around the house with misplaced objects and things that were moved that there was no way my children could have moved them. One day my Ex Mother In Law was at the house to visit and my children were not there. She was legally blind but still could see enough to walk around and see some. I was telling her about all the weird things that were happening at the house and that I thought that I had a ghost. As I was talking to her about it, we decided to go to the store and I could finish telling her in the car on the way. I had always, always, put my car keys on a hook inside the dining room/kitchen. It was high enough up on the wall so that my kids couldn’t get to them. I had placed them there the night before and now they were not there. I looked everywhere and they not anywhere to be found. Well, I got the spare keys and we left for the store. When we came back, there was a dining room chair up against the wall where my key would hang and my keys were there on the hook. The chair, I know was not left there when I left because it was in a walkway. It kind of confirmed it for me that it was a little kid ghost because of having to use the chair to put the keys back.
I moved out in 2005 and I regretted having to leave because I didn’t want to leave the ghost behind. I think about the house all the time and sometimes I wished that it would have followed me where I went. I feel things ever once in a while in other places I go to but nothing has ever gave me the feeling of comfort that I felt that I received from my protective child ghost.
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