My son just turned 4, and we have rented a small duplex since he was a year old. He has always been reluctant to play in his room alone and would never give an answer as to why. Usually he falls asleep on the couch, and we carry him to his bed. We thought this was normal, as he doesn't want to miss anything.
For the past few weeks my son has been in my bed when I wake up. I don't usually hear him come in, but my husband does. It is always between 3:30 and 4 am. When asked why, my son says that he sees a little boy in his room. He says he thinks the little boy is a monster because he changes into something else. We are still unsure as to what the something else is. My son has told us stories about things moving under the bed, or in the closet, or "the noises" in his room. He tells us all the time that "the noises" in his room are back. I always thought I had a rational explanation for these things, either a tree outside, or squirrels in the attic, or the fan blowing the bed skirt. Now I am not so sure as to what these noises are.
Two nights ago my son was again in my room, and my husband had moved to the couch for lack of space in the bed. I woke up and my son was standing by the door holding on to it. I asked him what he was doing, to which he replied, "the door won't stop opening and closing". He was completely calm, not scared, just said this matter-of-factly. I told him it was ok, and he could lay back down my bed.
My son says the boy doesn't say anything to him, he is just there, and then he leaves. Since we have moved in, the windows in his room have always looked foggy and dirty. Cleaning them doesn't help either. That is the only room in the house that is like that. I also have to check his air conditioning vent often, because it keeps closing.
My husband says that he sometimes feels like their is a presence in the room with him when no one else is home. He did say that it doesn't feel evil or bad, just feels weird, like someone is watching him.
My cat, who I have had for many years won't come in the house anymore. She has always been an inside cat, but I would let her out from time to time to play. Now she stays outside.
I keep talking to my son about it, as I don't want him to be afraid. I don't want him to think that we don't believe him either. If there is ever an event where I feel anyone in my house is in danger, we will leave. For now things are calm, but as my son tells us more and more, I am afraid that we will notice more and more things that we may have been closed minded to before.
My own childhood as well as my mother's, and her mother's was riddled with ghost stories, and strange happenings. Maybe one day I will find the time to type them out here for everyone to read.
It makes me wonder how many children go through things like this and are discounted by their parents. I also wonder what it is that makes these children "grow out if it"? If anyone has any suggestions or comments on different methods of dealing with this issue please share.