When I was about 13 years old so about four years ago my parents had to go out of town for a couple of days I can't really remember why. Well I had to spend the night at my grandma's house. They had just moved in to a new house and had been living there for about a month. I always had a strange feeling about that house it was always dark and you felt watched.
Well it was about midnight so my grandma set up a place in the living room down stairs for me to sleep at. My little cousin who was three at the time wanted to spend the night downstairs with me. About 2 or 3 hours later we were watching tv and I looked at my little cousin and he had a horrified look on his face. I asked him what was wrong and he pointed at the dark stairs and said "Call my mom" and I asked him why and he said "There is a little boy looking at me with mad eyes". I really didn't know how to respond. The next day I told his mom about what happened and she told me that it wasn't the first time he has said that.
She told me that one day before going to sleep he started crying and said there was a little girl in the curtains. A lot of strange things happened at that house and didn't stop, it got so bad they had to move.
To this day my cousin is seven years old and whenever we ask him about what happens he covers his ears and tells us not to talk about it and says he never wants to go to that house again. What could this be? A part of me believes him but I wonder if it could have been just his imagination playing tricks on him.
What do you think? I would like to hear anybody's input about this situation.
I hope, whatever your family does, he is not put on drugs ("medication"). If he is an unwilling participant in this theatrics of life, then drugs will not fix it. I would suggest telling him that like or not, you're here. And, if you don't play nice, you'll have to repeat this while life thing again until you do. You will go back eventually, but for now make the best of it for your own sake.
I guess it sounds odd, but it works. My youngest child was having extreme problems. I had to fight to keep her off drugs (medications). One night I told her in her sleep that she's here in this life to learn whatever she didn't before. I told her that if she wants to enjoy life she'd have to get it together. I told her I'm here to help. I basically poured out my heart to her like she was grown (she was 8). The next morning, no lie, she was a changed person. Her teachers and doctors say they can't explain it. She's a bit older now, and she's soaring like a proud eagle. Not even a hint of what used to be.
My point is, talk to his soul. You can tell him while he's asleep. Whatever you do-don't drug him. Drugs are never the answer.