Very recently, my oldest son has given me an insight to some of his experiences.
Our night began with my husband's newfound neighbors/friends coming over to have a night of hanging out. The guys playing chess, while enjoying a few drinks, and us ladies enjoying each others conversation. I'm not sure how the conversation ended up with us chatting about the "paranormal", the guys had joined in and we all sat around our living room talking about our experiences; mostly mine.
I was excited to say the least. I had finally found other people in everyday life that wouldn't judge me because of my belief and experiences with the spirit world.
On a small side note the kids, including my oldest were in the game room playing on the PlayStation. None of them were in the living room with us as we were talking about all of this.
After the night had come to a close, I turned my TV to my favorite show. My oldest (I will call him D.) came into the living room and sat down.
He simply asked, "Mom, do you remember the other night when you heard that girl's voice and that weird sound?" I said yes. He told me he had also heard the strange noise, but right before that noise he started to feel uncomfortable in his room. While laying down trying to fall asleep, he kept feeling as though he was being urged to face the wall, and when he fought it, he felt something trying to turn him physically around to face it. All the while the uncomfortable feeling increasing. He continued to fight this urge to face the wall. He glanced around the room trying to figure out what could possibly be causing his body to react this way, he knew to check off all possible reasonable explanations first before believing it could be anything other than himself. (He learns quickly, I have taught him well.) He is the only child I have that isn't afraid of these experiences and will sleep in he and his brother's room alone if he could.
He glanced around the room, looking at his younger brother only a few feet away fast asleep in his bed, as well as his youngest brother. When he looked over to his youngest brother, he saw what he describes as a perfectly round shadow hovering over him. He stared at it for a few seconds not believing what he was seeing, rubbed his eyes and it was still there. He was excited, but concerned. He shot up in bed and when he did this shadow slowly moved away from above his brother and into the bathroom. He then heard this noise that I can only describe as a string being pulled extremely tight and someone strumming one finger across it.
He got up out of his bed, checked on his brother saw he was OK, and started for the hallway towards the living room, when he felt something physically stop him mid-walk.
He was at this point a little afraid because he didn't know what to do. He turned around, hopped back into bed, and layed there until he fell asleep.
This is my account of that late evening. This is important, I don't drink or do any sort of drugs. The only thing I take is Aleve for my constant migraines.
I need to sleep in total silence, and in complete darkness, as I find it helps for my visitations to come through more clearly without any sort of interference, TV, music, voices. Also helps with building my energy back up because I am often drained by the end of my hectic day.
I turned the TV off, laid back and started to meditate; helps with my sleep, otherwise I will lay for hours fully awake.
Finally complete and total silence, and darkness. A few minutes later I came out of meditation, sat up and positioned my pillows just so. Turned my body towards the open area not the wall (in the past I have been terrified of leaving my back exposed), and slowly sunk into the perfect position.
I closed my eyes and heard the same exact sound my son had heard. It was loud and sounded as though it was only a few feet away from my husband's side of the bed. I opened my eyes, but stayed in the laying position to adjust my eyes a little better to the darkness.
A few seconds after the sound ended, I heard a small girl's voice scream out "Oh no, what is going on!?" from my husband's side of the bed. That's when I shot up and turned around to look, nothing that I could see was there. So I got up out of the bed and ran into my daughter's room, she was still fast asleep, and made my way into my sons' room. Two of my boys were asleep except for my oldest. After that, the rest of the night went without incident.
More experiences to come. I have a whole bunch to share. Which may explain why I believe either my son or I have an attachment.