This is the story of the little boy that I mentioned in my last story. For years, I have gone without any real, solid encounters until this incident. I've seen things fly by me out of the corner of my eyes. I've had pictures of Jesus and crosses in my old room fly across the room and break while I was at school. I've seen white wisps fly past me, or crawl under furniture in my house. And like I said in my last story, I have been touched and injured by whatever is in my house since then. But I hadn't seen "The Shadow" anywhere, though the uneasy feeling that overwhelmed me when he was present still followed me everywhere in the house, save for my sister's bedroom.
About a year ago, my sister switched rooms. Her bedroom is now what used to by my parents' bedroom. My dad stays in the guest house, and my mom sleeps on the couch. After too many frozen nights in my room filled with unease and fear, I couldn't stand it any longer and I moved into the room that used to be my sister's. It's been a few months now, and the room has been a great improvement.
The only unease I have is in the middle of the night. I feel like if I turn on my light, I'll either see someone by my bed or standing at the door. But I've always just dismissed it and told myself if I didn't check then I can pretend nothing's there.
One night, I was having a really weird dream and I woke up. I turned over and stared at the door, which was diagonal from where my bed is on the other side of the room. (My bed is in the back right corner, the door is in the front left corner). Suddenly, I heard a boy crying and screaming. Like a little kid would cry if they witnessed someone they cared about getting hurt and they didn't know what to do.
It was a horrible scream, and the door handle started jiggling madly. I just watched as the door slowly opened and a little boy, looking four or five years old, creeped in. He squeezed through the door, only opening it as much as he needed to, and closed it softly right behind him, screaming and crying the whole time. His body was blue, as if he had been drowned. He had dark hair, from what I could tell, and was wearing a white night gown. As soon as the door closed, he turned and faced me, took a deep breath, and then screamed as loud as he could. Then, he ran towards me and grabbed the side of my bed, screaming in my face. I watched in shock, too afraid to move or scream, as he vanished before my eyes.
Since then, I always feel as if he's been sitting on my bed at night, almost hiding. I haven't seen him, but I feel his presence. He doesn't feel like he's going to harm me, maybe because he was crying so much that first night, though screaming in my face wasn't exactly the nicest thing to do. I think he wants me to help him, to protect him from something, but I have no idea what. I've been considering trying to talk to him, but I don't know what I would say. Plus, I'm waiting until he shows himself to me again, not just make his presence known. I want to know if this is "The Shadow's" doing, if it's still in my house and is now tormenting the spirit of this boy rather than me. And even if it is, I want to help the boy as much as I can. I just don't know how, considering how many times this house has been blessed.
Since this occurred, things have been getting progressively worse. I watched a figure walk into my sister's bedroom a week or two ago, a place I thought to be safe before. She had told me recently that now she feels as if she's constantly being watched there.
Two nights ago, my dog Lucy, sat on my bed, growling at a corner in my room. I watched her eyes and saw that she was focusing on something that was moving closer to the bed. I tried to see what she was focusing on, but I saw nothing. And she only growls when someone is in the room and trying to talk to me (she's the jealous type).
Finally, when what she was focusing on would have been right at the foot of my bed, I grabbed my bible and read Psalm 91 aloud. As soon as I finished, I saw Lucy curled up to my leg, sound asleep. I hoped that had meant whatever it was had been warded off by the Psalm, but I do not feel safe in my room. It feels so oppressive and eerie in there, and I sense fear as well. But I do know one thing: What Lucy saw that night was definitely not the little boy.