After being told for eight years that I would never have a child, I suddenly found myself pregnant. My husband and I were thrilled, and I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He’s our little miracle baby, which may explain why he seems to attract ghostly spirits.
We first noticed it when he was only a few weeks old. Whenever he was fussy, a light would appear on our ceiling, and he would calm down immediately, and coo. We never found the source of that light, but sure appreciated its help in keeping him happy!
Other times, we would find things in his room moved, or notice him smiling into the air. We were never afraid, until one day when his gramma brought over some toys she had bought for our son at a garage sale. I was uncomfortable with one stuffed bear, but didn't know why, and dismissed the notion. I put it in his room with his other bears. Later that night, he woke up screaming. Our normally happy 1 year old was in hysterics, but I chalked it up to teething, and after a few hours, he exhausted himself and fell asleep. The next night he wouldn't go to bed. He'd stand up in his crib as soon as we put him in, wailing to come out. It took 3 hours, but we finally got him to sleep. A little while later, he woke up screaming again, this time pointing at the bear. I promptly threw it in the trash and took it outside – we've never had that problem since.
When Ty was 1 ½, we decided to try for another child, hoping for another miracle. Nothing happened at first, but in the middle of the night, despite them being off, Ty’s battery operated toys would start up – music would play, voices would count and do ABC’s. This went on for a couple of weeks, and was very disturbing – not scary, just annoying. One day, it just stopped, and a little while later, I found out I was pregnant. I think the new baby was just checking things out, and Ty gave it the OK. When I asked Ty if he had met the new baby and if mommy was having a boy or a girl, he just smiled coyly.
I'm due in the spring, and no toys go off at night anymore. Ty has a new friend named "Baboo", who he has invented his own language to converse with. I don't know who Baboo is, he may be just an imaginary friend. But, given our history, I think it’s yet another spirit who had befriended our son. I just hope they STAY friendly!