I have been trying to get my nerve up for some time to write about a horrific experience that happened to my infant son when he was just two months old. This is extremely difficult for me since I don't even like to think about what happened much less write about it. In 1988 I was visiting my mom in her apartment in St. Louis, Mo. I had my infant son with me who was just around a couple of months old, he wasn't old enough yet to even turn over. I was sitting on my mom's bed talking with her and my baby was laying on his back beside me. My mother was sitting at her desk across her bedroom while we were talking. We had been dicussing my great aunts funeral which we had attended when I was 16 years old. Why we were discussing it, I have no idea, it just came up in the converstation. There had been some strange occurrences that had happened at my great aunt's funeral which is another story for another time.
My great aunt had a difficult life, her childhood was hard growing up being poor on a Missouri farm with thirteen brothers and sisters, some who had passed away due to illness. I remember her telling me stories of having to stand on a chair when she was five years old having to wash dishes to help out. I loved my great aunt, but I remember she had always complained a lot about her health and was a bit of a negative type of person and extremely frugal. She was an eccentric type of lady who was a spiritualist who did readings with cards and had a crystal ball. She always claimed to be psychic, whether she was or wasn't, I just know when I was a kid it use to creep me out a bit.
While mom and I were discussing Aunt Dorothy's funeral, my baby levitated straight up into the air off the bed, at least a good four feet, then he was moved to the edge of the bed in the air, flipped over head first and bodily slammed right onto his head. Something unseen was holding my son's legs straight up into the air. It all happened very quickly but at the same time it felt like slow motion. I was in shock! When you see something like that, your mind doesn't immediately register what is happening and what you are seeing. You just can not believe it. I immediately jumped up and grabbed my baby. I was terrified. Mom jumped up out the of the chair and ran over, she also witnessed it. My sons face was red and scrunched up, his eyes were bulging out, then his face started turning ashen gray and his lips started turning blue. I'll never forget the look on his little face. He wasn't breathing. Oh my God I thought, he was either already dead or dying. I thought his neck was broken. I started breathing into his mouth to get air into his tiny lungs. I screamed at mom to call 911.
The paramedics arrived, and I honestly didn't know what to tell them. I couldn't possibly tell them what really had happened since they wouldn't have believed me. I told them my son had fallen off the bed. The only logical thing I could think of at the time. We went in the ambulance to the hospital and he was released later that day. The E.R. Doctor said he couldn't find anything wrong, that he was perfectly fine and breathing without any difficulty. After the incident, I was too scared to take my baby back to mom's apartment. I couldn't discuss what had happened with her for quite some time after since it was to awful to think about. I couldn't sleep at night, but would sit awake watching my son making sure that that thing wouldn't come back and hurt him again. Mom moved out of that apartment within the month.
Five years later my son still wasn't able to form words and would wake up screaming at night. His pediatrician had scheduled an MRI. The doctors injected my son with drugs to make him sleep so that he would be quiet during the MRI scan. It was discovered that my son has a severe right brain hemisphere lesion that the doctors said could only be due to head trauma. Imagine that! The doctors said that surgery was not possible and his cognitive learning abilties would be affected to some extent, but hopefully the other brain hemisphere would compensate for the lesion in his brain. My son is now 22 years old, and still is living with us. He is normal in every aspect except retaining spelling memory and has some anger management issues. He's a very intelligent young man, hard worker, reads at a college level, but he still struggles to learn how to spell. We have tried spelling memory programs, gone to specialists, psychologists, etc. But to no avail. He struggled during school in special ed., but he managed the best he could.
I was raised Catholic and would say I am more of a spiritual person than a religious person, per se. I don't understand why God would allow what ever that was, whether poltergeist, demon, or ghost to attack my baby. I have often wondered that perhaps my great aunt was upset that we were discussing her funeral and lashed out at us by hurting my son, she did have quite a bit of a temper in life. I will never know, at least not in this lifetime. If I can take one thing away from this horrible experience, it has shown me that life does exist and extend beyond our perception, reality, and this earthly realm. I don't know what type of existance the afterlife is, but I do know that it does exist. Of this, I am 100 percent positive. I don't need any more proof, and I don't want to experience any more proof.
Although I have been searching for stories for 22 years for others who may have had an experience of a serious attack on an infant or child by an unseen entity, as of yet I have not found any. Thank God! I have had many other experiences in my past, in my childhood, and also my son has, including poltergeist activity, more levitation episodes, and one other serious attack when he was five years old. I am thankful that things have been relatively quiet for these last few years. I realize that some of you are still at the cross roads that do not believe in ghosts as of yet, or that have not had experiences in the paranormal and have healthy skepticism which I understand and can completely respect. Many times I have wished my eyes weren't open to the paranormal. I just wish that I could go through my daily life not knowing that these things could possibly happen. But in my heart, mind, and soul, I know that it is possible, and it scares me to death. I pray daily that no other family ever has to go through a horrible experience such as ours had to. That one horrible incident alone has affected our family, and will continue to affect the remainder of my son's life to some degree.