So, I've had a few strange experiences since I visited the Martin house last weekend.
My son woke up screaming bloody murder a couple nights ago. I walked into his room. He was standing up in his crib staring into a corner, shaking. I picked him up. He pointed to the corner of the room, started screaming, and dug his face into my chest. Needless to say, he ended up sleeping with me that night.
Tonight, I heard someone walk into my house; footsteps and everything. I walked into the kitchen to see who it was. No one was there. The door was closed and locked.
Coincidence?
My son woke up screaming bloody murder a couple nights ago. I walked into his room. He was standing up in his crib staring into a corner, shaking. I picked him up. He pointed to the corner of the room, started screaming, and dug his face into my chest. Needless to say, he ended up sleeping with me that night.
Tonight, I heard someone walk into my house; footsteps and everything. I walked into the kitchen to see who it was. No one was there. The door was closed and locked.
Coincidence?
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And no, I haven't been keeping a log of any of it. It actually never crossed my mind. Maybe ill have to start something up.