This story happened at the beginning of August in 2011. My son who turned 3 in September made me a true believer of spirits when this incident happened.
I've always believed in spirits (Human/un holy if you will) but never actually experienced anything personally, my dad was a minister of a strict Christian/apostolic church located in Carrollton Kentucky and I would hear stories from him about evil spirits that conflicted with him throughout his life due to his strong faith in god. My mom however would tell me stories along the same lines of those spirits but it was more of haunted houses and strange entities but ill tell more about those stories another time so now on with my strange encounter.
Well one lovely night I was at my apartment and I just said bye to my dad and good long-time friend who stopped by to watch the reds game and ironically during the slow dull baseball game we ended up telling ghost stories which was random but my dad tells some scary stories. I thought I'd bring that up because I feel it had something to do with my encounter because I lived there for months and never had anything happen. Now enough with my ADHD and on to the story (again).
It was about ten thirty or so at night when I said bye to my friend and father, I was cleaning up a bit while my 3 year old was playing around the house like usual. I was in my living room cleaning up and my son was in the kitchen shooting his toy gun and out of nowhere I hear him say clear as a bell "ouch, no Johnny that hurt". Now we don't know any Johnny, no cartoons, toys, pets anything he knows goes by that name so it struck my interest. I walk over to him and ask him whose Johnny and he pointed at the kitchen wall and said "Johnny right there in the hole in the wall".
Now anyone with kids knows when there kid is just rambling or really telling you he sees something and my kid was pointing at the wall and looking as if there were someone there. I freaked out and dressed him and left immediately. While driving to a friends I end up remembering when I moved in there was an older women (who I now know) and I remember one day as I was coming in the building and saw her walking her two small dogs outside and as I was entering the building to head to my apartment she followed because she lived just two doors away. Her dogs followed me to my door, I didn't think much of it and she yelled for them to follow her and said "sorry I used to live there as of three weeks ago and moved because my husband died and we lived there for 12years". I kind of gave her a look and said died in here? She stated no but she left because of the memories there and couldn't handle it. That struck me instantly, she never gave me his name so I was going to sleep on it and talk to her about it the next day.
Next day, I go back to the apartment on the east side of Cincinnati and knock on Frans door (she's 65 just to give all facts) when she answers I say to her "before I tell you this odd story I gotta ask, your late husband what was his name... She said John... Chills engulfed my body... I told her my son met Johnny last night and I told her the story and she began to cry. She then pulled out a picture of John and I asked my son who it was and he said that Johnny daddy... I now believe without a doubt that spirits in fact inhabit parts of this earth.