One day, a few weeks ago, I was babysitting my baby cousin for a night. I had just gotten his p.j's on, and he was playing with his toys while I made his bottle. All of a sudden he burst out crying. I ran into the living room and he had a GIANT bruise on his forehead. It hadn't been there five minutes ago. And he was old enough not to hurt himself.
It was really odd but I let it go. I've always believed in the paranormal. But I had a feeling there was nothing in that house. So I carried on his night time routine. I went to take him upstairs to brush his teeth, as always, and he refused to go. But he kept looking at the top of the stairs. I just thought he had heard his aunty in the loft. I decided, instead of kicking up a fuss, I would let him brush them downstairs. After that I had to take him to bed before he got too hyper. I tucked him into his cot, gave him his teddy and dummy, then left the room. I went to the toilet and began to walk down the stairs. Just as I got halfway down, I heard gigling, like of a toddler. My cousin had smarties before bed, so I thought he was a bit hyper. I went into his room, but he was asleep already. I went up to the loft and asked if it was my older sister playing on the computer, as her bedroom is up there. But she had finished working and was listening to her MP3.
It really freaked me out but it didn't scare me like it would do to someone else. I think back to that day and know that I'm one of those lucky people able to witness/hear the other life. I can't wait to tell my cousin this story when he's older.