I've submitted stories about children in my family communicating with spirits before, mainly my late uncle Dave, and this is an installment relative to that. I apologize beforehand for any and all typos/weird typing. I'm on a touch screen phone and these things are a bit too much for me.:/
It was late one night, dry but cold, and already dark. My friend and I were loading our kids up from a long day of bepipping round town and I was holding my son while she got her daughter situated, his chest against mine and his face turned away from us. Behind us was an alley, shallow and narrow, which is common in this city. Nobody was making a peep, when out of nowhere my son starts giggling and clapping. Now, Maddy is 14 months old and very bright, social, and a very good communicator, though he uses hand gestures and motions that we've gotten down pat rather than speech right now.
Anyways, I turn around and he's babbling away, and I see him give some "hello" waves and a "come here pick me up" motion. His eyes are transfixed on this alleyway, and on the street there's nobody but me, Chelsea, her daughter in the car and Maddy. Chelsea gives me a strange look, and asks Maddy what he's doing. Usually my son replies to questions in babbles or broken sentences but his eyes didn't even twitch. He just kept babbling and gesturing to nothing, 100% engaged in an imaginary conversation. He squirms to be let down but I don't let him, I hug him tighter.
All of a sudden, this really eerie feeling comes over me and I feel unnerved, intruded on. I feel something unwelcome and I urge Chelsea to start the car, and put my son inside quickly. He grows quiet and we get going but the feeling didn't end soon enough. Chelsea tells me while we're pulling into my driveway that she felt strange and creeped out also, and that just sent chills up my spine.
Its atypical for my son to completely tune the world out for one thing, and the fact that on that quiet night, just us on the road, me and someone else felt the same things without conversing about it just irks me.
Often times I feel watched, and that my son is unusual. He does have interactions like that night but only so briefly and that oddly sick feeling doesn't creep up on me anymore, though Maddy does have occassional night terrors, where he screams at the ceiling, and my dog gets aggressive and protective at nothing. I'll add that we live in a newer apartment and uncle Dave's presence never gave these kinds of reactions so... What the hecks up now?