In 2002, my husband committed suicide. Our son was 8 months old. We moved back to California to start our lives over again. I had to live with my parents, in their basement for a year until I could get back on my feet. My son was 18 months old when we got our own house. We were both excited, he finally had his own room, and we both could have a new start.
Within the first week, my son who had always slept in his own bed, insisted on sleeping with me. I thought it was just the new house, not being familiar yet. Over the next few weeks, I tried to get him to sleep in his room. If I laid down with him, he would fall asleep. The first time he saw the Man in his room I was terrified. He woke me up and told me the Man in his room won't let him sleep. I jumped out of bed, my first thought was what were my dogs doing letting a stranger in the house? I went into his room and found all three of my dogs growling, at what I could not see. I turned on all the lights and searched the house for the Man my son told me about. The only thing I found was my dogs still growling in my son's room. We both slept on the couch that night with the dog's at our feet.
Over the next year my son would still not sleep in his room. The Man terrified him. The dog's insisted on sleeping with us every night. I often felt uneasy in that house, it felt very heavy, that is the best way I can describe it. The dog's would often bark like they cornered something. On one occasion they even charged the sliding glass door from the outside trying to get in. I opened the door and they started chasing something in the house. They ran into my son's room then stopped and started growling.
My son slept with me every night we lived in that house. My son also had "brothers" while we lived there. He would play with them outside in the sand, he would play games in the house like hide-and-seek when it was raining. He told me that his three brothers wanted me to be their mommy also. Those brothers got him in a lot of trouble. Things would get broken, and moved and he would say his brothers did it. That they were trying to get him in trouble. Then he started to tell me that they were mean to him and always got mad at him. I asked him to ask them what there names were, he always said they would not tell him. At his point he was only 2 1/2 years old.
Two years later when I re-married and moved, all seamed quiet. Then little things started to happen. My son was afraid to sleep alone. He is now afraid of the dark. The dog's would bark for no reason. And the brothers showed up again. They were a point of distress for my husband. The ceiling fan in my son's room would move very slowly backwards when it was not set for backwards and was not turned on. I asked my son if he used something tall, like a broom, to spin it, he said no that the Man did it. The Man was back. Now he was older, I asked him what the Man looked like, he said just like a man, with brown hair.
Over the years I have thought it may be the spirit of his deceased father trying to contact him. I have often told him, if it is him bothering our son to leave him alone, he is scared. Then I tried telling my deceased husband if it is NOT him bothering our son to protect him, because he is scared. I'm still not sure which one it is.
Now our daughter wakes up at night saying that the Man won't let her sleep. My husband is not sure what to think. He is not sure what to believe. I have always believed in the paranormal, but he was raised strictly Catholic, and that stuff does not happen. I have smudged the house when I was the only one home. Everything seamed to quiet down, but not completely. I feel there is something here. I ask my spirit guide to help me, guide me and protect us.
What do you think? What can I do?