This is a story my mother told me after the strange incidents that happened in my old room. As mentioned in my previous post, I live in a 3 storey Heritage House in Sydney, Australia. It's old and almost every member of my family has lived here at one point or another, and they ALL have their own stories about it.
This one takes place in the early 1990's. After my mother brought me back from the hospital she hardly ever put me down. By the time my dad got me a crib and she laid me in it I immediately started to cry, but I'd stop as soon as she'd pick me up. No one thought anything of it at the time because I had spent the majority of my new born life always in someone's arms so, my father and her would just let me fall to sleep in their bed before they moved me back to my crib. But I would always end up crying and trying to move. My mum says that my cries were filled with so much fear and terror she couldn't bear to leave me in my cot so, from then on I slept with them. That continued until my dad got extremely annoyed and demanded my mum put me back into my own bed. As my mum got to her feet and walked over to my crib she seen the vague outline of a small body, no bigger than 4ft sitting in the corner of the crib. She looked back at my dad in shock, but when she turned around it was gone. Thinking it was just a shadow or trick of the mind (they were a tad sleep deprived) she laid me down in my crib and went back to sleep.
That was the first quiet sleep they had in weeks. At 2AM she woke for some reason, she checked on me and there was no sign of a shadow or distress. She went to the bathroom, but she felt like someone was watching her, so she leaned out the door just to check if anyone else was up, and sitting there on the bottom step of the staircase leading up to what would be my future room was the very same black figure she had seen in my crib, but this time it was smiling and looking right at her. She freaked out and ran back to my dad, he didn't believe her, but every night when she had to go to the bathroom she'd make him come with her.
After that whenever I'd start to stir or cry, she'd pick me up straight away and hardly ever put me back in my cot. She told me that every time she attempted to, she'd see it again... Just sitting in the corner smiling down at me. She said it was more than a shadow, she said it was completely black and all she could see of it was the whites of it's eyes and big smile.
She only told me this story after I moved out of my room upstairs. Apparently when I was about 3 or 4, she was sitting on the bottom of the stairs when I came up to her and asked "Mummy, what happened to the little boy?"
"What little boy?" she asked.
And I said "The one that used to sit in my bed."
I have no recollection of this exchange which is odd for me because I can recall entire conversations word for word from up to 18 years ago (I'm only 20 now).
A couple of years later when we went to visit family in Fiji, she told her father about it and he just sat there with a look of distress and concern on his face. He told her "Sweetie, that sounds like the same thing I used to see when I was a boy." And that's when he told her about the black figure of the little boy in the tree outside his window.