My Nanny Visits My Son

It's been a long time since my last submission, and a lot has happened!

I am now mother to a beautiful 7 month old boy, and he has been attracting some unusual visitors. Since he was about 4 weeks old, my son has smiled a big cheeky grin at those he loves, and whenever I would put him on his changing mat to give him a fresh nappy, he would always stare just to the side and above my shoulder and start grinning with delight. I would quite often glance round to see if there was anything of interest, but no matter which room I was changing him in there would never be anything behind me to set off that sort of reaction.

I have been very lucky to have a baby who slept through the night from 3 weeks old! For the first couple of months, he slept in a moses basket on top of a trolley that served as his changing table and bath. When he was feeling a bit restless, I would often undo the wheel lock on this trolley and rock him gently until he fell asleep, it proved very effective. I always put the lock on before going to sleep at night. I remember waking up on several occasions in the middle of the night because I could hear the trolley creaking and rocking, but as I opened my eyes it would slow down and then come to a stop. When I closed my eyes again it would start rocking, if I got up to check on it, the lock would be off! I would often smell my Nanny's scent of lavender and cigarettes when this happened. The baby always slept blissfully through this.

I told my mum about this, and she didn't know what to suggest. I told her that I would quite often get the feeling of being watched when I was playing with the baby or rocking him to sleep, but I didn't feel threatened.

One afternoon my mum was sat on the couch with my son, and she lifted him up over her head to play aeroplanes, he wasn't overly enthused, until he saw the black and white picture of my Nanny on the shelf behind my mum's head. There are plenty of other knick-knacks and photos on that shelf, but his whole face suddenly lit up with delight and he reached for the photo, just like he did when he was looking over my shoulder whilst having his nappy changed. I suggested that maybe my Nanny had been the one making him laugh and rocking him at night. We had all said from the moment my son was born how much she would have loved to have met him, and I found comfort thinking that perhaps she had her chance even though she was taken from us 8 years ago.

I have just moved out of my rented flat into my own house, but while I was still living there about 4 weeks ago, I had sat the baby in his bouncy chair and was getting dressed for bed, when all of a sudden the dog cowered into my legs, staring fixedly at a patch on the wall. He whimpered a little, and my son suddenly burst into squeals of laughter and was kicking his legs and waving his arms about crazily, he was staring at exactly the same spot as the dog. I looked at the wall...blank, no photos or decorations there, no funky wallpaper, just plain magnolia paint and no shadow. My dog whimpered again cringed further into my legs and suddenly my stomach dropped, my eyes watered and I got a ringing noise in my ears. I was rooted to the spot but my son was still laughing and chattering away at this blank patch of wall. I felt like I couldn't look at the wall, and I was very scared. I stood there for about another 30 seconds, undecided, before reaching for my phone off the bed. I quickly text my friend

"presence in my bedroom. Olly scared, Aidan laughing at it, ignore or ask to leave?"

She text back straight away

"if you don't want it there, thank it for making Aidan laugh and nicely ask to move on hun"

I stammered "thank you very much for entertaining my son, but as you can see, I am trying to get my pyjamas on, so can you please leave now?" and waited. Gradually, I felt my whole body relax and the dog shook himself and ran out of the room. My baby was looking at me as if to say "you are a silly Mummy! Why did you tell my friend to leave?!" and didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

I am certain that was not my Nanny, and my friend and I have since discussed it and both hope it was just a curious passer-by. I moved out of the flat and have had no problems since, although my friend is having a terrible time with hauntings in her flat.

Thanks very much for reading my story.