Before my son was born in October of 2008, my wife's grandmother was passing away. While my wife was visiting her (while pregnant) her grandma told her that she has seen our son. My wife thought she was just going through the stages of death and being old. She mentioned a name jewjew. (My son's name is Jude and jewjew is his nickname). Well she past and later that year my wife had my son Jude. My wife said she described him to a T to his size to his eyes.
My son was active and always looking around our apartment, but he would always look up at the corners of the room and start laughing and giggling like someone was there. We made jokes and said it's probably your grandma or my wife's mom. Well one night while lying in bed watching TV I looked out the crack of the door leading to the hallway and saw a white ball or orb float into my sons room (I don't know if that's good or bad). I was frozen and couldn't move, because I was scared. I told my wife about the incident and she blew it off. The laughing at corners continued.
One night I wake up to my son screaming (he is a baby) so I go fix a bottle and hold him and rock him. During this time he is looking into the corner, he then looks at the closest, looks at me with a scared face and starts crying. I suddenly got hot chills not cold but hot. I heard a crash in the closet and ran out the room. I told my wife what had happened and she said "oh a hanger just fell." That night on I never felt comfortable in my sons room, and always felt weird but not like there was something nice there.
My sister in law never heard these stories but when she would come over she would refuse to go upstairs (my son and our room where upstairs). When I was growing up I used to feel things and still do, I don't know how accurate this is but I personally associate cold as a neutral spirit, and hot or hot chills as a negative spirit.
Well I tell my father in law all what happened and he gave me a bottle of holy water and an old cross and said bless all the windows, doors and other areas you feel needed. My wife and I do this and the feelings positive and negative go away. My wife later confesses that while putting my son to sleep one night she heard a voice say "goodnight jewjew", then when she herself lay down she heard "sweet dreams". We later decided to move out of that apartment.
I myself have always felt things or supernatural around me so much that my saint (catholic religion) is Lucian the protector and healer of possession. I have always been terrified of being possessed and creating my own poltergeist, my wife says I may get random hauntings or scares because they know I am afraid and that it is because I believe in them. She said acknowledge them don't believe in them. The things of my childhood and teenage years are not good and probably brought upon myself. I currently haven't felt anything in my new home. I have more stories of my childhood experiences I would like to share. If you have any comments to add it's highly appreciated.