I truly believe that young children and animals can see things we adults cannot, mainly because of the stories my mother told me when I was around 18 months to 2 years old. This happened to me when I lived in Florida, I currently live in New York now. I still have strange occurrences happen to me to this day, but that's for another time and another story.
This entity I experienced when I was a toddler was my best friend. My mother would tell me one random day I started to talk to my "imaginary friend" and she also told me I called it the "boogeyman". This entity did no harm on me or my family even though the "boogeyman" is based off of something evil. I have no idea why I called it that, it was just the name I gave it. My mother told me strange things started happening since I started talking to "it" like the oven would turn on by itself, the lights would flicker, the coasters on the coffee table would move and the toilets would flush by themselves.
One night while everyone was asleep except my mother and sister, they were talking in my sisters room and all of a sudden my mom seen the kitchen lights flicker on and off. Thinking it was one of my brother, she went into the kitchen to catch my brothers in the act. She seen no one, and checked my brothers bedrooms and seen they were fast asleep along with my other sister in her room. She called my dad because she was scared but my dad not believing in that stuff said it was probably one of the boys playing a joke.
Everyday I would talk and play with "it", even talk to "it" while I was in the bathtub. My mom dismissed it at first, but the strange things kept happening and she started thinking it was something more than an "imaginary friend". One day my mother asked "What does the "boogeyman" look like?" And I told her it had red hair and that "it" was in fact a woman.
Years later my mother brought up the story to me when I was around ten or eleven. What she told me didn't actually freak me out, it was more comforting than anything. My mother told me that the day she asked me what my friend looked like, I had described my dead grandmother on my father's side. Both of my dad's parents died before I was born, my mom's died years later when I was older.
My mother and I firmly believe that my grandmother came to meet me. You see, my grandmother loved to bake, so my mother says it was probably her turning on the stove. And from other stories and things I've read about spirits trying to get attention, I believe that she was trying to get my mothers and fathers attention.
Thank you for reading my story:)
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