So this is my first story I've posted on here and I'm really intrigued on what you all think.
I've recently moved into a two bedroom flat with my two young sons, my oldest is 3 years old and he's always been a very caring and sensitive little lad, but recently we've had a few things that have made him frightened to be in a room on his own. The first thing that happened was one really hot day I decided to take the boys to our local swimming baths, I needed my bank card so I could get my money for the trip but it wasn't in my purse and I am 1000% positive it was in my purse that I keep out of reach of little fingers!
I'd been searching for the past hour until I finally gave up and rang my bank for a new card and good old dad lent me the money to take my boys swimming. We had a brilliant time! When we got back it was pretty late so I got the boys dinner, bathed them, and tucked them up in bed and they seemed to settle down easily.
It was about 3am and my three year old woke absolutely screaming in fear, being the protective momma bear I am, as my friends call me, I ran into their room armed with a bat and there stood next to his bed was an old man, an evil frail old man. He was wearing a top hat and a suit but his eyes was just black like nothing was there, he had this awful smile that made his mouth go from ear to ear, but he was just stood there smirking at my son! So I screamed at him to leave and waved around my bat to which he laughed and just disappeared I grabbed my two boys and went straight to my dad's that night!
The next day my son started talking about a "mookie" and how evil he was and yet non of us have ever heard or used the phrase mookie and he can pronounce monkey fine we don't know where his sudden phrase that he still says to this day has came from.
My mum stayed with the boys and me and my dad went back to my flat to check it out and make sure everything was safe and all seemed well but I had a sudden urge to look under my pillow and there under my pillow was my bank card but also something that frightened the life out of me and still does to this day, there next to my bank card was a knife that wasn't there the night before!
Thanks for reading guys but if you have any suggestions on what I can do please feel free to tell me. I have more ghost stories about this place that I'll upload shortly