My son says he see's monsters in the house.
I am a mother of three boys, and a step mother to a girl. My husband has had our home for over ten years, but it was built in the 1970's. Our children's ages are 9, 8, 7, and just turned 3. About 4 years ago things began to happen. It first started with my oldest son who was 5 at the time, he constantly came to my husband and I to ask "Did yall call me?" But we had not. He swore he heard a voice calling his name. (As far as I know my step daughter who is now 8 has not experienced any strange activity, nor my second son who is now 7. ) My oldest son has not heard any thing in the past year now.
There were many things that happened since the birth of my three year old. There were battery opperated toys which had new batteries, and turned off, that began to creep me out. One frog said "PEEK A BOO, I SEE YOU" Well I threw it away after about two months. This also triggers a memory of another toy I had forgotton about prior to my last pregnancy. There was an Elmo giggle doll in the closet of the little bedroom. It would start in the middle of the night , just giggling, over and over, as if someone was playing with it. We would get up out of bed to see who was not sleeping, only find everyone sleeping just like they should. Then it started doing it in the middle of the day, when the older children were in school. I gave Elmo to my guard dog. He was very upset with Elmo. He barked vishously and tore his stuffing out within seconds. I gathered up elmo's remains, and tossed it in the garbage.
One night about three years ago, we thought someone had broken into the house when we heard a loud shatter. My husband grabbed his gun, and I had a bat. We nearly ran over each other and almost pushed each other down to get down the hall into the kitchen. We found my coffee cup holder empty of all the cups. This cup holder was tightly screwed into the wall, and was not weak or loose. It was still attached to the wall, but all my coffee cups were in the floor. All but one was shattered. These were my grandmothers fireking collection.
A little over three years ago, we began to expand the house a little with our new addition to the family on the way. We took the closet out of the little room for starters. Immediately afterwards, and quite often, ever since then, I feel like I am pushed in the back, or grabbed by the ankle, or pushed into the door knob of this room only. I usually fall into the knob resulting in a bruise on my arm, although I have fallen flat on my face in the hall. It is always at the same spot. No were else in or out of the house.
After we added three rooms to the side of the house, I was in the middle room, which is directly across the hall from the little room earlier mentioned. There were stuffed Tweety Bird dolls hanging on the far wall. One day while in that room, I had turned my back to that wall and made my way to the door, about ten feet away, when all of a sudden, BLAM, the biggest Tweety Bird doll had been thrusted up against my back quite hard. Had it just fallen off the wall it would have just hit the floor, not flown across the room and slammed into my back. I locked the door , and refused to go in that room for three days.
Which brings me to the creepy part that has now labeled me as troubled mother. My little one, just turned three yesterday, and he is very scared. When he was small, and sleeping in his crib, he would wake up in the morning with scratches all over his body. I know that babies do scratch themselves to the point of having bloody scratch marks, but not like this. He had them on his back, stomach, arms, legs and face. He was also in a sleeper outfit which he could not undo.
When he turned one, we put him in a toddler bed. Each night, he would come to our room around one or two oclock in the morning, crying , and insist on sleeping with us. After he would fall asleep, we would put him back in his bed, but when we woke up the next morning, he was in our bed again.
Just over a year ago, my father in law passed away. It's true that we have been known to butt heads before, but I knew he meant well, and there is no doubt he loved all of the children. Since his death, I was taking pictures of the kids in the yard, and in some of the pictures of just the baby, there are white orbs. My small son looking at these pictures on my computer said THAT's POPPA. So I know there is at least one good spirit hanging around.
Now for the part that my son is scared. He is always scared to go into certain rooms, or walk through the house without me or his daddy right beside him. He says there is a monster. A black monster. There is also a blue monster and a red one. The black one scares him the most. One day just last week, when we arrived home, he did not want to get out of the car. I had opened my door, and he said the black monster was standing right there. He would not let me take his seat belt off his car seat until I beet up the monster. When it was gone, he was o.k. He keeps telling me that he shoots the monster, or he wants daddy to shoot the monster, to make it go away. It always seems to come back... now it is several times a day every day.
I am worried for my son and his sanity. Does he really see the monsters, or is it his imagination, or is there a medical condition, or is he clairvoient. I really need some help on this matter, and any input any one has, would be greatly appreciated. You may email me at [email protected] Thanks for reading my story.