Ever since I was a little girl I've been followed
by "spirits" or "energies" whatever you would like to call
them. I would play with the nice ones, and would hide from
the ones that scared me. Unfortunately, I seemed to have
attracted one very nasty little bugger.
I am married now, and my husband and I live in an apartment
complex. When we first moved here, we brought our baby boy
with us. We lived in the first apartment for 2 months, and
did many cleanings to it because for some reason our son
would not go to sleep willingly....he would cry and kick
and scream and absolutely fight sleep unless someone was
awake, right next to him. We blew it off as him just being
a baby, that he was curious about the world and afraid he
was going to miss something. After about a month of living
there the heater started acting up, it wouldn't warm the
rooms up like it should have, and we had it up to 90 and
the bedrooms were always cold, no matter how warm it was
outside.
On the night of January 6, 2004, we laid our son down to
bed, never thinking that he would never wake up. My husband
checked on him later, because he had woken up. He changed
his diaper and pulled wet clothes off of Theron (our son),
then laid him down on his back to go to sleep. Before my
husband could even turn around to leave the room, Theron
had rolled himself over onto his tummy. My husband kneeled
down next to the crib and Theron raised his head up and
smiled brightly at him. My husband turned him back over and
tucked a couple of blankets around him, putting his arms
over the tops of the blankets. Theron smiled at him and
kicked a couple of times. My husband gently kissed his
forehead and told him it was time to sleep. As soon as my
husband left the room, Theron was screaming. We thought he
was just fighting sleep.
The next morning I awoke to hearing my husband crying,
saying "No, Theron no." I ran into the bedroom and saw my
son laying in his crib, he wasn't breathing. We went
through a lot that morning, cops, paramedics and detectives
coming and going, in and out of our apartment. What gets
me is that the day before, I had wandered around the
apartment, telling the dark presence to leave. "Leave you
are not welcome here. You have ill intent and I want you
gone." were my exact words...I repeated them several times.
When I awoke to hear my husband in such distress, I no
longer felt the presence in my childs room. It had left,
and it had taken my son with it.
But the most peculiar thing happened to me yesterday. It
was icy outside, and it was starting to snow. I was sitting
at my table, wrapping crystals to hang in our new
apartment, when something told me to look outside. I
looked outside and just as the biggest flakes I had ever
seen started to fall, I heard a small childs voice
say "Mommy, this is for you." I leaned against the window
and started to cry. I could feel my sons arms wrap around
me as I cried and I heard him say, "It's ok momma, I'm safe
where I am."
I looked over at the picture of Theron that we have on our
table and his eyes in the picture seemed just a bit sadder
than ever before.
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