My interest in the paranormal didn't come about from one specific incident. I can't really pinpoint the moment that I was completely sure that there was life after death. I grew up believing in ghosts and goblins and had an amazing imagination as most children do. I loved sitting around with my friends, holding flashlights under our chins and telling stories that caused us to all sleep with the lights on at night. I watched Unsolved Mysteries religiously just for the ghost stories, because back then, there wasn't too much on TV as far as the paranormal went. But I never really saw anything myself. I never had a great story to tell. My scary stories to tell in the dark consisted of things that happened to a friend of a friend. As I got older, there were a few weird happenings that I would put under the category of paranormal, but, again, I never really saw anything.
I have a 3 year old daughter who is very gifted in the sense of having a medium type gift. She sees, hears, and communicates with spirits. This ability may stay or she may grow out of it, but it is what it is. I believe that ever since my daughter was an infant, there's been some increased activity in the funk-o-meter factor. If you've read my previous stories, you'll agree that her dad hangs out and watches over her. He passed away while I was pregnant and he's made it clear that he hasn't missed a day of our daughter's life. It's because of her why I think the ghosties like to hang around. I think that they know she can see them. I admire my daughter because even though I had always wanted to see something, I would have been scared out of my wits if I had seen anything spooky as a child. Most of what she sees isn't scary to her. There is one figure/person/thing that does bother her and her reaction ranges from nervously backing out of a room when she sees it to screaming in terror. It always seems to be the same thing; she calls it the feisty rodent. She just does not like the feisty rodent one bit. I'm not sure who or what it is.
One particular night, about a year ago, my daughter was having a bad night in the sense that the spirits were talking to her while she was trying to lay down and go to sleep. They can get distracting and/or bothersome at times. She's generally not scared, but annoyed rather. So on this night, we were doing our nightly routine of laying down with the night light on and telling the ghosties to go away and not bother us at bedtime etc etc. She was just starting to drift off to sleep when she sat bolt upright in bed screaming that the feisty rodent wouldn't go away. She wouldn't relax and lay back down so I decided to take her into the living room for awhile and let her watch cartoons hoping that would take her mind off of the annoying rodent.
At this point, I was super annoyed, not at my daughter but at the feisty rodent because he was, in my opinion, taking advantage of the fact that I was feeling very helpless. I couldn't reassure my daughter that he was gone when I couldn't tell if he actually was or not. Earlier in the night, I had felt a change in the air, like a heavy type thickness to the room so I was pretty sure that he was still there. I was just feeling very frustrated with the entire situation. It was past 11pm and we were both exhausted. So, like I said, I plopped her down on the couch and turned the TV on NickJr and sat in the adjoining chair and booted up my laptop.
I live in a mobile home and the living room is in the center of the house, it's an open view to the kitchen. The chair that I was sitting in faces the kitchen directly and the couch is to the left and the TV is to the right. My computer is older and it takes a bit longer than it should to boot up, so while I was waiting for it, I was just absentmindedly staring off towards the corner of the living room on my left when straight on, in the kitchen, the light that hangs over the dining room table dimmed so I turned towards it. Standing in front of my table, actually partially blocking out the light, was this massive tall, thin solid black figure. It was very tall and solid black which is why the light dimmed because its head was partially covering it. Now, I'm 5 foot 2 inches tall. If I moved the table and stood directly under the light, I wouldn't be able to block it or even have the top of my head come level with it. This thing was well over 6 feet tall. The light does hang low because it's made to be over a table but like I said, whatever was standing there was tall enough to block the light partially. That's tall. I stared at it for maybe 30 seconds before I turned my attention to my daughter who started screaming the second it appeared. What I did notice was that it appeared to be wearing some type of cape or trench coat. It was the outline of a very tall, slim person with a hat possibly and a long jacket/trench coat.
My daughter was screaming, "Oh no! The feisty rodent's here mommy!" and she was definitely in panic mode. I would have dismissed the whole thing as me being over tired and my eyes playing tricks on me if it wasn't for the fact that my daughter and I both saw the same thing at the same time. I'm not sure if this feisty rodent chose to reveal himself to me just to prove he exists or if for a split second, I was able to see what my daughter sees all the time. Either way, I definitely felt the pee run down my leg... (As was suggested by the first person that I contacted for help in this matter, you know who you are! Haha)