I recently wrote on here about my old home being haunted (Albert Street Haunting). I thought for six years that every time we moved house it followed but thanks to something my son said, I think it may be something to do with my two sons. We moved into our haunted house in November 2008, we moved out January 2009 due to the things that were happening in the house. Ever since my oldest son Mathew has said and done things that he couldn't possibly have known about or done by himself.
So I guess it starts when Mathew was six months old (he is now five). We lived Albert Street at the time which was the haunted house. I used to put him in his baby walker while I was doing the cleaning and every time he would push himself towards the bottom of the stairs and try to look around the corner. Then suddenly he would focus on, at the time what I thought was, just the wall and he'd sit there and giggle for hours and his eyes seemed to follow something around.
At the time I just thought he was a crazy baby who thought the stairs were hilarious, then his dad brought a puppy home and we named him Chunk. Soon both Mathew and Chunk would sit at the bottom of the stairs, Mathew would giggle and Chunk would wag his tail and jump about on the bottom two steps. This went on daily for around three months then one day instead of jumping around the bottom few steps Chunk ran to the top. All of a sudden I could hear Chunk growling and barking. I had just got to the bottom of the stairs when he yelped really loud and came running downstairs. As the dog came down Mathew looked up like he was looking at someone and instead of his usual giggle, he jumped like someone had scared him and screamed and after that wouldn't go to the stairs in his walker again. He also screamed if we tried to take him upstairs after that.
Nothing really happened with Mathew after that until he was around two years old. This one day I was sick, I felt drained, looked pale and couldn't seem to hold anything down. I had been poorly for maybe two weeks but this day had been the worst. I lay down on the sofa and Mathew was playing on the floor when he just got up and walked to the door leading to the front door and stairs. He opened the door and just looked out of it, then he closed the door. He walked over to me, put his hand on my stomach and in a sort of moody way just said, "Baby in there" and went back to playing. Until that point I hadn't considered that I was pregnant again as I was on contraception. A few days later I decided to do a test because my symptoms made sense after what Mathew had said. The test came back positive. I asked Mathew how he knew I was having a baby and he told me the girl told him. I was puzzled as Mathew didn't really know any little girls and I questioned him further and all he told me was that the girl lived upstairs in his bedroom and she used to play with him.
Six or seven months later we had moved to a larger house in preparation for the new baby coming. Mathew started preschool and was very happy, he hadn't said or done anything odd since we'd moved. Around five am one morning I had gotten up for the hundredth time to use the bathroom and I heard Mathew talking in his room. I assumed he was playing and started to listen to what he was saying. As I listened it seemed like I was hearing one side of a conversation, he was asking questions, then it seemed like he was answering different ones. Suddenly he shouted NO really loud and then he said, "I won't stab mummy in the neck." Of course hearing that I went and woke his dad Kevin up and made him go into his room. I don't know what I was expecting Kev to find but there was only Mathew in there.
Our second son Joseph was born in September 2012 and Mathew fell in love with his baby brother as soon as he saw him. Joseph was a few months old, Mathew was three. I had told him to get ready as it was nearly bedtime and he burst into tears begging me not to put him in his room because the little girl wasn't happy with him, so I let him sleep in my bed until I went up and put him in his own. The next morning I walked into his bedroom to find a huge drawing of a man on the wall. I immediately blamed Mathew for it but he didn't care that he was in trouble he just stared at the wall which was unusual as even if I looked at him like I was going to tell him off he'd cry. He just kept staring at the wall, then he suddenly turned around, gave me a filthy look and just stared at me as he slowly walked passed and went downstairs. Later he told me the girl drew it and it was the bad man who scares her that "she" had drawn.
That was the last I heard of the little girl until tonight, almost two years after "she" drew the picture (not sure if it was Mathew). Something else happened first. Last week both boys were playing on the floor, I was watching TV and suddenly they both stopped, looked in the corner behind me and they both looked terrified. Mathew asked who the man behind me was, I had a quick look and couldn't see anyone so I said there's no one there, he replied, "Yes there is, he has pointy teeth" and both boys ran off to their rooms.
Tonight me and Mathew were doing his homework, which was to read a chapter of his book. We were reading and he just said, "Lucy, would like this story." I asked who Lucy is, thinking she was girl from school. He replied that she was the girl who lives in his bedroom. He then turned around and said, "She used to play with me and Chunk when I was a baby." As soon as he said that I thought about when he used to giggle at the stairs. Mathew doesn't remember Chunk because sadly he was hit by a car and vets couldn't do anything for him so he was put to sleep and we've never mentioned him since.
Now Joseph is saying he's seeing her too. Then I asked Mathew were he first saw her and he said she used to play in the room with the room with the green wardrobe. The only house we had a green wardrobe was in Albert Street where Mathew was born and it was in my bedroom which he only slept in for the first six weeks after he was born. It was built in wardrobe so it remained in the house when we left. At first I thought Lucy may have been an imaginary friend, but now I think she may be a ghost because Mathew couldn't possibly remember these things as he was under one year old when we lived there and had Chunk, and he knew I was pregnant before I did.
She doesn't seem to want to harm my children but Mathew said she doesn't like me. Would anyone have any advice or opinions on this because I don't trust her and I'm worried about the man they both keep mentioning as he seems to scare them.