As with my other stories, this is about two of the three spirits in my home. Adam and my maternal grandmother.
Adam, the little boy who is bound to the ground, has taken to seeing me as his "mommy". I honestly see him like one of my boys as well. He is so tiny and quiet and shy, he rarely shows himself to anyone, mostly because he is scared of people. When he is sad or upset, he moves toys in his room, or knocks on the wall. Its also the best way he gets my attention, apart from hiding behind the couch and moving things on the end table. He really is not a nuisance; he's part of my "family". I know to those who have had bad experiences, this sounds strange. He is not a threat to anyone, so I have no want or need to rid the house of him.
On one particular morning, I rushed through his room to get to the garage, as I was late, and forgot to say good morning to him. I closed the door connecting the rooms and yanked it to make sure it was closed, force of habit, I always do that, and I headed to the trunk of the car to put my bags in. I got in the car, put the key in the ignition, and as the car started, the headlights came on automatically. They caught movement, and I looked up over the steering wheel, and, to my utter shock, the door between the garage and Adam's room slowly edged open. I looked at it for a few seconds before I opened the main garage door and reversed out. I had barely gotten to work when Tim, my medium friend sent me a BBM and asked me what was up. I told him about the incident in the garage and he answered that I had forgotten to greet a certain someone on my way out of the house. The little guy was not happy that I had forgotten him.
Three weeks ago, I had a friend visiting and we had been in and out of the house a lot as we were sitting outside by the pool. At one point one of my sons came outside and sat with us for a while. He went in and out of the house a few times, and at one point, I was afraid that the glass sliding door lock would catch and we would be locked out. So I went to the door, and used my finger to retract the lock all the way, making sure it could not catch. A few minutes later, all three of us were headed into the house, but the sliding door was closed all the way, and the lock was pushed down. We were locked out. My friend and I both took turns trying to see if we could move the door, one way or another, and it would not budge. I remember thinking to myself that this was typical, I fear this would happen and it does. My son stood in front of me and grabbed my shirt and pulled it over his head. I giggled and pulled it back and asked him what he was doing, and he said "Ek kry koud" - I am cold. At that very moment, as strange as it sounds, the door just slid open. We literally watched it move by itself. And its not an easy door to move. My friend immediately told me that someone was standing there and he could not pass into the house if I didn't go first, so my son and I led the way. Of course I felt kind of edgy, but the feeling eventually faded as I kept reassuring myself that there were no negative "vibes" anywhere in my house.
My son fell asleep on the couch, and we went and put him to bed with his brother. A while later we were headed back again, my mom's puppy, Bolt, walking between us, my friend leading and myself at the rear. When we got to the boys' bedroom, Bolt started barking frantically and ran into the room. I got such a fright at his reaction I nearly leapt out of my own skin. Bolt kept barking, and I just looked around. My friend told me to move aside and he entered the room with Bolt. As I was standing in the passageway, right in front of the door, I could clearly feel my Gran touch my left cheek. She was trying to calm my serves, telling me not to worry, everything was fine. She really helped me calm down.
A few days later I spoke to Tim about the entire incident, and he told me that the entire evening's events were caused by Adam. He had been playing with the door, but the moment his "brother" (that's what he calls my boys) said he was cold, he opened the door again. He does not like my friend, simply because when I have company he feels neglected. Just like a normal, little kid would. It was just Adam in the boys' room, deciding to go on a play-date, and being disappointed that the twins were asleep. Tim assured me that Gran was there to keep a watchful eye on the little guy, to make sure he was not being naughty. She had things under control, if he did do something she did not like, he'd be in trouble with her. And, as even Charlie has stated, you don't want to be in trouble with her, she can be a very difficult lady.
She actually blocked my friend from going near my room. I just went in to close the curtains and he wanted to follow, but could not enter the room. Tim's answer to this, quite simply put; the room belongs to a girl, a lady, and a gentleman has no business going into a lady's room. I had such a giggle, can't call her old fashioned, she died in 1969, she WAS old fashioned.
I asked Tim if Bolt only sees Adam, and he said no, he sees all three of the spirits, but because Adam usually stays in his room, as opposed to Gran and Charlie who are around us constantly, Bolt is not used to Adam being around, so it startles him when he sees the little boy.
I am really starting to believe that he is just as unruly and demanding as flesh and blood kids can be.