Several months ago, I submitted a story about events that occurred while my husband and I were remodeling our house. (Did we wake up Ghosts?) This story is related to that but concerns my grandson, Timothy. At the time he was about two or three years old. (He's 7 now, and doesn't remember anything about the incident).
My daughter and her husband had come to visit. Her husband liked to watch wrestling on television with my husband on Monday nights, so it was kind of a regular thing. They also had a newborn son at the time. I mention that because my daughter said that the newborn always acted 'different' when he was at our house. He was either extremely fussy or extremely content and happy.
So, on this particular night, Timothy was playing in the area that we had been working on. We had taken some walls out and the whole area was kind of open. He kept going toward a corner of the room, looking up the whole time. (I know, you're probably thinking of the horror movie "The Messengers". But, believe me, none of us had even seen that movie at this time!) He would walk to one particular corner, looking straight up and point at the ceiling, smiling the whole time.
When I noticed what he was doing, I would follow him and ask, "What do you see, little guy?" He would look at me for a second or two and look back at the ceiling, but I couldn't understand what he said. But he had A LOT to say! He talked to the ceiling for several minutes, then he'd go play with his toys. A few minutes later, he'd get up and do the same thing.
I told my daughter, "Ok, this is starting to freak me out. Timothy acts like he's talking to somebody! And he looks as if he's really seeing something!"
We kept trying to distract him, but for about an hour or so, he kept getting up and going to the same corner and looking up and jabbering. Meanwhile, my newborn grandson was very fussy and crying and my son-in-law was trying to comfort him.
After an hour or so, the newborn, Elijah fell asleep and Timothy crawled into my husband's lap and went to sleep too.
This happened a few more times when they came to visit. After our remodel was finished, it never happened again.
Timothy is 7 now, and though he doesn't seem to remember that happening, he will not go into our back bathroom, which is off of our bedroom. This isn't the corner he was 'fascinated' with before. But if his little sister or little brother is in the front bathroom, he'll wait until they are done. I feel like he's afraid of that one little room for some reason, though when I ask why he won't use that bathroom, he just says he doesn't want to. We never make him go in there, but I'm curious as to why THAT room seems to frighten him.
If you've read the other story I've mentioned you'll know that there is some activity still going on in my house, though it has diminished in the last few years. I think they he may be a sensitive like me, but I don't know how to approach him about it, or even if I should. I had no one to talk to when I was younger and experienced similar things. I'd like to be able to talk with him about it, but I feel that it would be better if HE brought the subject up the first time.
What do all of you think?
Thanks for reading.