From the first night moving into a condo with my children, I felt this ghost boys presence. I was an 8 month pregnant singlsets. e mother and, after my older children were asleep in their new bedrooms, I went to mine. The second I entered the main bedroom, I felt overwhelmingly sad and scared. Terrified, really. This was incredibly odd because I lived on my own since I was 16, and had never felt scared of being alone. It was a restless sad sleep. And although in time these feelings lessened in severity, there was always a scared presence in the main bedroom.
A month after moving in, I went into labour. My brother stayed with my sons (7 yr old and twin 2 yr old). In the middle of the night, while I was in active labour, my brother called me saying he was so scared and sad and overwhelmed. How he never once in his life felt like this. To please hurry home because he didn’t want to be alone.
I birthed a baby girl and my mom came home with us to help out for a week. It’s important to note that my main bedroom had a door inside it that led to the bathroom. The bathroom basically had 2 doors. One in the hall and one in the main bedroom.
While staying with us, my mom was upstairs in the bathroom while I was feeding the twins lunch. She came downstairs and cheerfully asked “which one of you were peeking at grandma in the washroom?” I told my mom that the boys have been strapped in their high chairs for at least the last 20 mins. She says that’s not possible because she literally just saw one of them. She was sitting on the toilet when the door that conjoined my bedroom to the bathroom opened a crack. She saw 2 little hands holding the door frame and she could see a little boy standing there, watching her. I told her again that isn’t possible because the twins have been downstairs with me. She turned white and said “you have a ghost boy”.
My mom is dramatic at times and she believes firmly in paranormal phenomena. I’m more practical and while I do believe there is a possibility, I wasn’t quick to blame ghosts so I told her she’s seeing things. I didn’t pay much mine to her theory.
Not long after my mom left, I was feeding my baby in the living room. It was late. After feeding her, I went upstairs, baby in arms, to go to bed.
The upstairs was completely carpeted, and the hall light was on in case someone needed to use the washroom. All other lights were off. I quietly creeped past my sons rooms to the end of the hall where the main bedroom was. I get to the threshold of my bedroom and find a little boy sitting on my bed! He was sitting with his back to me, with his little legs spread apart, staring forward at my headboard. He was the size of one of my 2 yr old sons. But his bowl cut hair was light while my sons had short black hair. He wore a white collard button up shirt and light brown shorts and no shoes. I stared at him for what felt like forever. internally I was freaking out but externally I didn’t move. I thought I must be seeing things so I pinched myself. He was still there. I closed my eyes. Squished them shut, thinking this has to be a figment of my imagination but when I opened them, he was still there. I shook my head, trying to figure out if I’m going crazy and that movement got his attention. He turned his head, his eyes met mine and poof! He literally disappeared into thin air!
Over the 3 yrs living here, this child was seen by many others. He peeked at guests as they used the washroom frequently. I’ve seen him creeping the halls. Hiding in closets. When my kids were away for a night, I heard the static of a tv on upstairs. In my oldest sons room, I found his box tv on the ground on its side, with the white static screen playing. I went to pick it up, and it turned off. I look the Tv was unplugged!! One time after discussing the boy with my brother, he yelled at the boy , trying desperately to see him. Brother gave up and left and I walked Him out. We chatted for a few mins outside and when I came back inside, every cupboard and drawer in the kitchen was open. There were many other incidents but these are the most noteworthy.
As my youngest grew up, she would talk with him at night. She was a smart baby and talked in full sentences by the time she turned 2. At first she seemed to like the ghost boy. But as she grew up, he seemed to wake her up for frequently at night and she became annoyed. She’d yell to him to leave her alone. I would too. But he kept waking her up to talk. I asked her what they talk about and, as she was a toddler, she gave little details. She would only say that he’s very sad and scared and he wants us to feel sad and scared too. I told her the next time he wakes you up, tell him to go to sleep. She replied “Oh mom, I DID lots of times. He said he can never sleep again. That’s why he’s so sad mom. That’s why he’s so sad.”
For me, this was the final straw. My kid never got a proper rest so we gave notice and moved.
At this time in our lives, I was in the trenches. Full time demanding job and 4 small children. I didn’t have the time or energy to delve deeper into this phenomena. Discussing it afterwards, I was told that babies cannot be ghosts and that instead demons take the form of babies to trick the living into thinking they’re safe. This is something I wonder about often.
What are your thoughts? Could this have been a demon?
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[link] [comments]From the first night moving into a condo with my children, I felt this ghost boys presence. I was an 8 month pregnant singlsets. e mother and, after my older children were asleep in their new bedrooms, I went to mine. The second I entered the main bedroom, I felt overwhelmingly sad and scared. Terrified, really. This was incredibly odd because I lived on my own since I was 16, and had never felt scared of being alone. It was a restless sad sleep. And although in time these feelings lessened in severity, there was always a scared presence in the main bedroom. A month after moving in, I went into labour. My brother stayed with my sons (7 yr old and twin 2 yr old). In the middle of the night, while I was in active labour, my brother called me saying he was so scared and sad and overwhelmed. How he never once in his life felt like this. To please hurry home because he didn’t want to be alone. I birthed a baby girl and my mom came home with us to help out for a week. It’s important to note that my main bedroom had a door inside it that led to the bathroom. The bathroom basically had 2 doors. One in the hall and one in the main bedroom. While staying with us, my mom was upstairs in the bathroom while I was feeding the twins lunch. She came downstairs and cheerfully asked “which one of you were peeking at grandma in the washroom?” I told my mom that the boys have been strapped in their high chairs for at least the last 20 mins. She says that’s not possible because she literally just saw one of them. She was sitting on the toilet when the door that conjoined my bedroom to the bathroom opened a crack. She saw 2 little hands holding the door frame and she could see a little boy standing there, watching her. I told her again that isn’t possible because the twins have been downstairs with me. She turned white and said “you have a ghost boy”. My mom is dramatic at times and she believes firmly in paranormal phenomena. I’m more practical and while I do believe there is a possibility, I wasn’t quick to blame ghosts so I told her she’s seeing things. I didn’t pay much mine to her theory. Not long after my mom left, I was feeding my baby in the living room. It was late. After feeding her, I went upstairs, baby in arms, to go to bed. The upstairs was completely carpeted, and the hall light was on in case someone needed to use the washroom. All other lights were off. I quietly creeped past my sons rooms to the end of the hall where the main bedroom was. I get to the threshold of my bedroom and find a little boy sitting on my bed! He was sitting with his back to me, with his little legs spread apart, staring forward at my headboard. He was the size of one of my 2 yr old sons. But his bowl cut hair was light while my sons had short black hair. He wore a white collard button up shirt and light brown shorts and no shoes. I stared at him for what felt like forever. internally I was freaking out but externally I didn’t move. I thought I must be seeing things so I pinched myself. He was still there. I closed my eyes. Squished them shut, thinking this has to be a figment of my imagination but when I opened them, he was still there. I shook my head, trying to figure out if I’m going crazy and that movement got his attention. He turned his head, his eyes met mine and poof! He literally disappeared into thin air! Over the 3 yrs living here, this child was seen by many others. He peeked at guests as they used the washroom frequently. I’ve seen him creeping the halls. Hiding in closets. When my kids were away for a night, I heard the static of a tv on upstairs. In my oldest sons room, I found his box tv on the ground on its side, with the white static screen playing. I went to pick it up, and it turned off. I look the Tv was unplugged!! One time after discussing the boy with my brother, he yelled at the boy , trying desperately to see him. Brother gave up and left and I walked Him out. We chatted for a few mins outside and when I came back inside, every cupboard and drawer in the kitchen was open. There were many other incidents but these are the most noteworthy. As my youngest grew up, she would talk with him at night. She was a smart baby and talked in full sentences by the time she turned 2. At first she seemed to like the ghost boy. But as she grew up, he seemed to wake her up for frequently at night and she became annoyed. She’d yell to him to leave her alone. I would too. But he kept waking her up to talk. I asked her what they talk about and, as she was a toddler, she gave little details. She would only say that he’s very sad and scared and he wants us to feel sad and scared too. I told her the next time he wakes you up, tell him to go to sleep. She replied “Oh mom, I DID lots of times. He said he can never sleep again. That’s why he’s so sad mom. That’s why he’s so sad.” For me, this was the final straw. My kid never got a proper rest so we gave notice and moved. At this time in our lives, I was in the trenches. Full time demanding job and 4 small children. I didn’t have the time or energy to delve deeper into this phenomena. Discussing it afterwards, I was told that babies cannot be ghosts and that instead demons take the form of babies to trick the living into thinking they’re safe. This is something I wonder about often. What are your thoughts? Could this have been a demon? submitted by /u/Regular-Suspect-7189 [link] [comments]
