From the time he started talking, my youngest son has talked about things I can’t really explain.
He has told me that he died when he was a baby and that his other Mommy was sad.
He was sitting on a swing set once and started giggling and when I asked what was so funny, he said a spirit had pushed him on the swing.
Last night, was a little weirder. I woke up to him crying at 4am in the morning. He came into my room and told me he was scared and when I asked him why, he said, “Mommy, I see dead people“. I can’t explain how creepy this is in the middle of the night in a pitch dark room, but I choke back my need to freak out, and asked what he was talking about. He tells me that there was a spirit in his room and “he” looked mad. So, I give him a hug and tell him it’s ok and he says, “who’s that behind you?”
This is the point where all the hair on my body stands on end and I don’t know whether to run from the room screaming or play the logical mother. I sat blinking at him, wide eyed as I mustered all the brave in me. I turn around to see …. nothing. Thinking about this now, had something, anything, been there…I believe I literally would have passed out.
We talked about it a little more today, with the lights on in every room of the house, of course and he is still insisting on the fact that he sees “spirits” all the time. I talked about how maybe the spirits are lost and don’t know where to go or what to do and maybe he should ask what he can do. He tells me he sees “him” in the bathroom too, I said, well say what you’d say to anyone in the bathroom, “What are you doing in here, I have to pee?” Then he got teary eyed and whispered, “What about the black ones” to which I replied, “Well, maybe he’s just dirty and that’s why he was in the bathroom ….bath time.
Ahhh…the never-ending parenting challenges.
More paranormal updates to come?