I have 2 kids these are the ages 5 and 2. My story started when my grandma died in Monterrey, Mexico. My grandma's death was not an accident, someone killed her and we didn't know who.
So my husband, kids, and I all went over there, but I was the only one that got to see her because it was too much for the kids. At the end of day my oldest son couldn't go to sleep and was crying because he said my grandma was kissing him too much. After that nothing happen so we left 2 days later to our home.
Two days had past and my son started to say that he would talk to and see my grandma outside while he played. I thought it was my mom, because he called both of them grandma. I called her to see if she had come to see him but she said no, so I left it like that. The day after he was saying how my grandma had died and who killed her.
He said that she had told him that 2 police officers hit her in the arms and in her head. He was saying all of this and touching where she had a dent in the left of her forehead. He couldn't have known that because he didn't see her when we went, so I started telling my mom about this and she said she had noticing that since he was a baby he was special but didn't have any proof until now.
Now I know what all of that weird stuff in my other houses was when my son was a baby. Thank you for letting me write this story, I have more real stories from my past and when my son was a baby.