Last scary story before my set goes into MR!
This one is from when I was living at 3's Pa's parents' house. I've already told you that a lot of scary stuff happens there & what I experienced personally was pretty fuckin scary.
3 was about a month old the first time it happened. Everyone in the house was asleep except for 3's Pa, 3 & I. We stayed up to put the baby to sleep. My OCD was already present in my daily routines to when I laid 3 in his crib, I made sure to place his blankets on him perfectly. In perfect squares. 3's Pa B was sitting in the living room playing games on his phone to relax after work & I was sitting across from him browsing the internet. We'd left the bedroom door open a bit & I could see straight into it from where I was. All of a sudden, 3 was crying & screaming. I jumped up from my seat & B ran into the room. I looked all around the room before I looked in the crib. I expected to see something, but I dunno what. There was nothing there. Nothing that I could see. I turned to baby & he was sound asleep. Flat on his back. Right where I left him. Something wasn't right tho. It was in the blankets. I grabbed B's arm & pointed to baby. He didn't see what I saw so I whispered, "I don't like the way his blankets are. I didn't leave them like that. Something's wrong." B just blew it off & walked out of the room. I stared at the baby & felt my stomach sinking. The "top left" corners of the blankets were folded over PERFECTLY to meet the "bottom right" corners. If 3 was kicking or moving around, he would've made a mess of my perfectly laid squares. That's when I started paying attention.
Since that first incident, 3 would wake up crying, kicking & screaming & I never could really figure out why. Nothing too bad happened until baby was about 5 months old. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I was alone most of the day because everyone went to either school or work. One day around noon, I was getting ready to change baby's diaper after his nap. I grabbed everything I needed then picked him up out of his crib. When I laid him on the bed I felt this really strong urge to look towards the bedroom door. My eyes shot to the door & I saw what looked like a man peeking into the room but then suddenly turning & moving down the hallway. I watched his shadow the whole way. B would surprise me by coming home for lunch sometimes so I called to him, "B, I saw you. Stop trying to scare me." I turned back to finish changing baby's diaper. B never responded. I put baby back in the crib so I could look around the house. I looked in every room & found no one. The front door was locked & there weren't any cars in the driveway. I went back to the bedroom & didn't come out until someone came home. B didn't seem surprised by my story.
A week or so later, I was getting baby's clothes & diaper ready & laid him on the bed to change him. I felt that urge again. I was hesitant to look, but I looked over anyway. There he was again. Peeking in at what I was doing then turning suddenly to walk down the hall. There went the shadow again. I felt my stomach sink. I was determined to find who or what ever I saw. I put 3 in his crib & started walking down the hall. I searched every room & when I found nothing, I'd walk out & close the door behind me. I checked the doors & the driveway. We were all alone. I think. I thought I was going crazy. How could this happen in broad daylight? I let everyone in the house know about what I'd seen & they were concerned about baby. He'd sleep in his Gma's bed for a couple of nights so that she could pray for him & all that.
The night terrors continued on for almost all 3 years of my baby's life. It's been hard because I don't know what to do. I'm not religious at all. I don't pray. I don't use holy water. There's nothing worse than knowing that something's wrong with your child & you can't do a fucking thing about it. I'm glad that things are slowly getting better tho.
I hope you've enjoyed my stories.
I have more so don't worry.
This one is from when I was living at 3's Pa's parents' house. I've already told you that a lot of scary stuff happens there & what I experienced personally was pretty fuckin scary.
3 was about a month old the first time it happened. Everyone in the house was asleep except for 3's Pa, 3 & I. We stayed up to put the baby to sleep. My OCD was already present in my daily routines to when I laid 3 in his crib, I made sure to place his blankets on him perfectly. In perfect squares. 3's Pa B was sitting in the living room playing games on his phone to relax after work & I was sitting across from him browsing the internet. We'd left the bedroom door open a bit & I could see straight into it from where I was. All of a sudden, 3 was crying & screaming. I jumped up from my seat & B ran into the room. I looked all around the room before I looked in the crib. I expected to see something, but I dunno what. There was nothing there. Nothing that I could see. I turned to baby & he was sound asleep. Flat on his back. Right where I left him. Something wasn't right tho. It was in the blankets. I grabbed B's arm & pointed to baby. He didn't see what I saw so I whispered, "I don't like the way his blankets are. I didn't leave them like that. Something's wrong." B just blew it off & walked out of the room. I stared at the baby & felt my stomach sinking. The "top left" corners of the blankets were folded over PERFECTLY to meet the "bottom right" corners. If 3 was kicking or moving around, he would've made a mess of my perfectly laid squares. That's when I started paying attention.
Since that first incident, 3 would wake up crying, kicking & screaming & I never could really figure out why. Nothing too bad happened until baby was about 5 months old. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I was alone most of the day because everyone went to either school or work. One day around noon, I was getting ready to change baby's diaper after his nap. I grabbed everything I needed then picked him up out of his crib. When I laid him on the bed I felt this really strong urge to look towards the bedroom door. My eyes shot to the door & I saw what looked like a man peeking into the room but then suddenly turning & moving down the hallway. I watched his shadow the whole way. B would surprise me by coming home for lunch sometimes so I called to him, "B, I saw you. Stop trying to scare me." I turned back to finish changing baby's diaper. B never responded. I put baby back in the crib so I could look around the house. I looked in every room & found no one. The front door was locked & there weren't any cars in the driveway. I went back to the bedroom & didn't come out until someone came home. B didn't seem surprised by my story.
A week or so later, I was getting baby's clothes & diaper ready & laid him on the bed to change him. I felt that urge again. I was hesitant to look, but I looked over anyway. There he was again. Peeking in at what I was doing then turning suddenly to walk down the hall. There went the shadow again. I felt my stomach sink. I was determined to find who or what ever I saw. I put 3 in his crib & started walking down the hall. I searched every room & when I found nothing, I'd walk out & close the door behind me. I checked the doors & the driveway. We were all alone. I think. I thought I was going crazy. How could this happen in broad daylight? I let everyone in the house know about what I'd seen & they were concerned about baby. He'd sleep in his Gma's bed for a couple of nights so that she could pray for him & all that.
The night terrors continued on for almost all 3 years of my baby's life. It's been hard because I don't know what to do. I'm not religious at all. I don't pray. I don't use holy water. There's nothing worse than knowing that something's wrong with your child & you can't do a fucking thing about it. I'm glad that things are slowly getting better tho.
I hope you've enjoyed my stories.
I have more so don't worry.
"Yesterday, upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
When I got home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn't see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
Go away, go away, & please don't slam the door!
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away"
- Hughes Mearns, 1899 -
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
joeybor:
Its all in your head
bakuto:
Yea... my dad and I are going to a place to check out and see if we can find out who the little girl might be, tomorrow. He's giving me a hand with it. I got this thought that if I can find out who she is, that maybe it can help somehow to make things better. Or it's a starting point at least...
