When my now 21 yr old son was 4, he and I lived in a 2 story, 2 bedroom house that was built in 1849. It was in a small waterfront hamlet on the chesapeake bay. It was my first home on my own, and I convinced myself that the fear I felt in the house was just first time home jitters. One night after there for about 2 months, my son and I fell asleep on opposite couches across from one another. The next morning, he told me that he had seen a light going up the stairs which was against the back of the couch he slept on. I sort of brushed it off and said, oh it was probably just the headlights leaving the condos which exited almost across from our house. He definitely said no, it was a green lite and that there was a boy inside it. I was a bit shocked and asked why he hadn't woke me and he said why would he do that? He wasn't scared of a little boy. I sort of tried to put this out of my mind as it was only one incident, and perhaps he was even dreaming. Isolated things then happened perhaps monthly. Things would disappear, mostly my sons belongings like books, toy cars, etc. one evening around sunset, we pulled into the parking area behind the house and exited the car. He asked me who was that kid? I scanned the grounds around the house thinking that it may have been one of the little neighbor girls playing around the house. I said, what kid? My son pointed to the long narrow window facing the car which was in the attic and said "that kid". I didn't see anything. I had a small closet in my room with a smaller version of a door knob but external of the door. That door would not stay closed. About 2 out of 5 times that I would close and latch it, it would be open about 18 inches when I came home. Later I thought to myself, this opening would be just the size a child would go through. I only lived there 13 months. While there, my son would wake in a daze or sleepwalk in the middle of the night. Almost immediately after leaving, he stopped doing that. Once in a while I go by there just to look at the place. Its pretty much the same as the day I left. It doesn't scare me to see it now, but there is a certain uneasiness. For years after, if I was speaking of the events to my now husband, my son would get very upset and want us not to talk of it. From about 12 to 18, he would would simply leave the room and not want to think of the time we lived there. Even now, he just says that there was a little boy there that he would see, say the place was creepy and say no more. Does anyone have any insight if this was for real? Why it picked my son and what it may have wanted? Its been almost 17 yrs ago, but I can remember the occurrences and the feelings they brought like it was yesterday. Thanks so much
