We have lived in many houses where 'things go bump in the night' as we English like to say, but this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
As a family we have moved many times in the past to get away from seeing people/figures, smells, the television turning over, etc and have decided at last that moving doesn't work if they decide to move with you!
I came home from work last week said hello as I came in and went straight up stairs to change. As a bit of back ground I leave the house at 6.30am each morning and before leaving open the bedroom curtains in all the bedrooms.
As I got changed I noticed my eldest son who is 11 sneaking quietly up the stairs, he got to the top and dashed straight in to my room slamming the door. Of course I thought that this was one of his usual pranks, but he started to cry, real sobbing and very heart breaking. When he calmed down a little I asked him what was wrong, he replied that he was too ashamed. The story came out that he had heard me leaving the house that morning and snuggling back under the bed covers rolled over from on his back to his side which faces a reflective framed picture on the wall. As he closed his eyes he felt the bunk bed (he is on top) shake, but thought this was his little 4 year old brother moving underneath. After the bed shook again he opened his eyes and caught his reflection in the picture opposite. He said that lying behind him was a man also lying on his side propped up on his elbows looking over my sons shoulder.
My son describes how the man seemed to be looking at the picture as he was and said that when their eyes made contact this man smiled like it was completely normal. I asked my son what happened next and he said that he was so frightened that not only couldn't he move but actually wet him self. My son has never wet the bed in his 11 years and this was what hurt.
He went on to say that he continued to watch to man for ages, (but was probably only minutes) when he saw in the reflection the man reach out and touch him on the shoulder. He said that he didn't actually feel anything, but jumped up and jumped off the bunk bed. This is a very high bed and he could have done some damage, but he said that he just needed to get away.
I asked my son to describe him as I thought he might have been a relative. He said that no it wasn't any one he knew and described him as follows. Black curly hair, very dark skin, blue jumper, black trousers and brown shoes. This brought back memories of when he was 2 years and he climbed into our bed one morning and started staring at the ceiling. When I asked him what he was doing and to go to sleep he told me a man was on the ceiling. He had just given the same description at 11 as he did when he was 2!
The poor thing is now frightened to be alone in the room and follows me around like a little shadow! At the moment he sleeps down in the living room.
I have always seen things from an early age as did my Nan and mom, but always hoped my kids wouldn't.
Look forward to any comments.