Has been going on in my house!
For those of you who dont already know this about me...Im a bit haunted. As in poltergeists, ghosts, apparitions, spirits, what have you. I swear Im not crazy, but I have about a zillion ghost stories from personal experiences. And its always super annoying to me when I try to tell someone about it right after it happens, like when I was in high school and I would tell my parents that uh, a ghost had just sat on the end of my bed...and they just wouldnt believe me. I swear its true. Who makes that kind of weirdness up? Better yet...who wants to be that crazy? Not me I tell you. But alas, it cant be helped. I am haunted.
So a few weeks ago (before Christmas) I started feeling that same old creepy sensation that I wasnt alone in my house. I was in my bedroom upstairs folding laundry, brigitte was down for a nap in her crib, and out of the corner of my eye I thought Brigitte was standing in my doorway! I looked up - and of course no one was there. So I went back to folding clothes. A little while later - again, I swear there was a child standing in my doorway! I couldnt see it - but it was there! I got up and actually looked in Brigittes room just to be sure that she was in there sleeping. Of course she was, and I told myself I was crazy and went downstairs. Its the same feeling you get when a REAL child is standing silently beside you and you know they are there before they say a word. Its just like that. Only when you look - you cant see them. But you know they are standing there.
Thinking Im crazy????? Well....Thankfully Gabe can vouch for me this time. We had just turned out the light last night going to bed and we were talking about our weekend plans, when all of a sudden out of nowhere we hear this noise. It sounds like a child singing. We both assume its Brigitte talking in her room (because she is loud and often talks to her 'baby' in the night) but when we stopped talking and listened harder, we realized that it was a different child. SINGING.
Totally creeped out, we finally realize that it is a toy of Brigitte's that she got for Christmas. Its downstairs. ALONE. UNTOUCHED. SINGING. (The musical cube from Grammy). Its a large toy, and you have to physically touch the sides of it to make it play a song. It was in the living room, and Gabe came downstairs to assess the situation. He said it was sitting there on the hardwood floor. No other toys were touching it or even near it. It had sort of just been left out when we put everything else away. And it was playing a song.
When he came back up to our room and crawled back into bed we were sort of nervously laughing about it...and he said to me "that is so weird! Because earlier tonight when you were at Young Womens I was standing at the kitchen sink and the pantry door closed all by itself. It didnt slowly drift open - it closed shut. Hard enough to hear the click. It totally freaked me out."
So yeah. Its not just me. It appears that we have a little ghost friend living in the house. Gabe suggested we give it a name.....maybe I will let him. Since naming the baby is off limits to him. Thats it. Ill let him name the ghost child. Everyone: Meet Rockwell.
So tell me Im not the only one who has weird things happen to them!!! You have all had singing toys, shutting doors, and feelings of being watched! Right? RIGHT? These incidents were mild in comparison to things that have happened in other houses. I thought we had escaped being haunted here....But I guess they are everywhere! watching! and waiting.....