Little Boy Spirit

I've just joined this site and have really enjoyed reading some of the stories posted, so thought I would share one of my own.

We moved into our current house in 2017 and right from the start we knew we weren't alone.

At first we would hear footsteps, or catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of our eyes but then nothing would be there when we turned to look.

One time my eldest son (who is now 13 but small for his age) came into the kitchen where I was to ask for a drink, I should add here that from the kitchen I am able to see the staircase if the side door is open and it was at this time.

I'm making my son a drink when I saw a small boy run up the stairs. I thought nothing of it, assuming it was my son going back up - but when I turned around he was in the living room sitting on the sofa - my 2 other children were in school and nobody else was home.

On other occasions I've felt a child run past me and spun around to see which of my 3 it was only to discover they're not even in the same room.

But the strangest experience I had took place in the middle of the night - for the purpose of the story I'll give you a quick description of the upstairs: Standing in the bathroom facing the doorway as though you're about to walk out, immediately on the right as you leave the bathroom is my daughter's bedroom, next to that also on the right is my bedroom, and directly in front of you from the bathroom door is my 2 sons' room. The staircase is a U-turn to the left from the bathroom.

So it must have been around 2.30am and I'd woken up to use the bathroom, just as I'm about to leave the bathroom, I see a small child sized pair of legs, nothing else just legs.

They ran from my daughter's room, across in front of me and disappeared down the stairs.

Now my daughter was sleeping out that night so there was nobody on her room.

And, for some bizarre reason I decided to check that my sons were still in their room (they were, fast asleep) why I thought it could be them when I only saw legs I'll never know!

Also, accompanied with this bizarre sight was the unmistakable sound of a child's footsteps as they ran by.

After a bit of digging and researching I learned that back in the early 90's a young boy had very tragically died in the house we now live in, from a fall down the stairs, he was just 5 years old and called Jamie.

So now, each time I see or hear something when I'm supposed to be alone I simply say "Hi Jamie!"