I had to come home early 2 days ago sick, from work, so I could nap before my wife went in to work. I got a few hours of rest before Jasmine left to work her shift from 5:30 - 9:00. During that time she was gone, things seemed fairly normal up until after dinner.
I had been laying on the floor playing with my two boys, when I couldn't help but stop and take notice of something. It was a very, very gentle feeling of air brushing almost caressingly over my face. This air had the most sweet, comforting smell. All I could do was lay there and just take in the essence (best way I can describe it).
After getting the kids in their pajamas, I walked down the hall to use the restroom. I had shut the door behind me. All of a sudden I heard the door being pushed on and the handle jiggle.
I said aloud, "Aiden, daddy will be out in a second." I opened the door and there was no Aiden. He was in the kitchen playing with Hudson, my youngest. I thought to myself, "how odd."
Fast forward. My wife got home around 9:30. I fixed her a little something to eat, and we watched TV. She went back to the bedroom around 11:00. I was finally feeling like I could keep something down, so I decided to make a chicken sandwich.
While in the kitchen I heard VERY clearly, "Help me! Help me!" It seemed to be the voice of a young boy. He sounded to be about 7 years old (that's the number I get). The living room TV was off, so I thought maybe it was the bedroom TV. I didn't think much of it. I walked back to our bedroom and asked my wife if she had had the TV on. She said no.
It certainly didn't come from outside because we were having tremendous storms that night, here in NC, which would have muffled any outside noise. The tone in his voice was so helpless and desperate. I have never sensed a little boy here. How can I be sure he is still here, and how can I go about helping him?
Thanks for taking the time to read my account.
Peace and Love