I'm a first-time user of this sight, so please excuse any faux pas I may accidentally fumble into. I've had almost too many strange experiences in my life to list them all, but would like to tell you of the one involving my son.
When I was first married - the first time - my now ex-husband and I lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment in West Sacramento (right across the river from Sacramento, CA). One evening when I was by myself, I heard what sounded like someone walking across the living room floor not 10 feet in front of where I sat on the couch. You older-timers like myself might remember that horrible green shag carpet popular during the 70's. And padding? You've got to be kidding. This carpet was so old, it was more like walking directly on concrete. But, this sound I heard was the very distinctive crunch-type sound of someone walking on NEW carpet with NEW padding that had not yet been smashed down to nothing from repeated walking. (I hope you can understand what I'm trying to describe.)
Another time when I was again alone (everything always seemed to happened when I was alone), I heard what could only be described as maniacal laughter in that room as well. It sounded like something you would hear in a circus haunted house; too unreal to be real. Weird, I know. But I digress.
We were still living in the same apartment when my son (we'll call him Nathan) was born. One morning I was in the bedroom (directly off the living room) getting ready to take "Nathan" for a well-baby appointment. He was asleep in his bassinet in the living room (the bedroom was too small for his bassinet). I again heard the same footsteps coming from the living room. Needless to say, even scared to death, I raced into the living room and snatched up my baby.
You may think these sounds could have been coming from an adjoining apartment or from the apartment upstairs. But the location of the 'walking' was closest to the wall separating the bedroom and living room, and the upstairs apartment was unoccupied.
We moved from that apartment when "Nathan" was about 3 months old; however, "events" followed. "Nathan" started waking in the mornings and from his naps with bite marks on different parts of his body! And this didn't happen only at home. They also appeared when we were visiting other people's homes, and when my now ex and I were not even present, etc. The marks were about the size of a quarter (approximately 1" in diameter), and perfectly round. They were on his legs, arms and once in the middle of his back! Thinking back on it now, I have no idea why I wasn't more disturbed. I guess I thought he was doing it himself? I really just don't remember; it was just too many years ago.
One evening he woke with a bite on the bottom of his tiny little foot, and it was swollen. This finally scared me enough and we took him to the doctor. The doctor immediately said we had to get rid of our dog or he, the doctor, would call Child Protective Services. The next day my now ex took our precious dog to the SCPA and she was destroyed. I cried and cried.
However, the bites did not stop. I'd always known it wasn't our dog because these marks were perfectly round, not oblong like a dog's bite; and the teeth marks were small like a child's, not like a dog. But, no more trips to the doctor!
You may ask if I considered the possibly "Nathan's" father was biting him? The size of the marks and the fact his father was often not there when they appeared, quickly negated his involvement.
Finally, I guess I'd had enough - and feeling extremely brave, I might add. I woke in the middle of the night for some reason, went to my son's bedroom doorway and said: "In the name of Jesus Christ, Satan either leave this home or stand before me." Needless to say, nothing happened (i.e., Satan did not appear), though I was quaking in my boots. But the bites seemed to stop.
However, "Nathan," now in his 30's, recently confessed he still occasionally wakes with bites on various parts of his body! I wish I knew how to release whatever evil spirit has attached itself to him. He has never had an easy or restful life, and I can't help but believe this same entity is responsible.
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