It was March 9th or 10th of 2008, it was either two nights before or the night before our baby's funeral. He was 3 1/2 months old when he passed away. It was my mom, my sister, my friend, and me alone in the house.
My husband and cousin were out of the house, because his cousin took him out to talk to him. We were laying down and I was trying to go to sleep. We were all in the same room. My mom and I were on the floor and my sister and her friend were on the bed and we were talking.
I kept feeling something being put on the side my face or sitting on the side my face. I kept yelling at the others to quit messing with me. But they all kept saying it wasn't me. My mom felt the same thing. Then my sister started saying she was feeling it, too.
So I thought that it was Lukie. So I said, "Lukie, honey, you need to quit that so mommy and nana can go to sleep." And he quit after awhile.
Then in the bedroom where he passed away in, the window would fly open all the time and it would freak out our friends and family. And I would say to him, "Lukie, honey you need to quit, you're scaring everybody." And he would quit for a little bit, then start back up again. I always thought it was funny, like he was pulling a prank on us.
We moved from that place, which was a trailer, into another place, which was a duplex. And from time to time we would hear something like a marble dropping throughout the whole place and nobody had any marbles or anything that would make that kind of noise. We even asked our neighbors, and they said they would be gone at the times of the droppings or they didn't have anything that would make that kind of noise.
About 4 years ago, we moved into the place we are living now, which is a trailer and haven't heard anything like that ever again. Sometimes I wish that we have never moved, because it brought us, meaning my husband and I, excitement when we heard the marble drop or the window opening, because we knew Lukie was still with us.