When I was 13 years old my mom had a miscarriage in our half bathroom. We never thought anything of it, of course we wished the baby could be with us but we knew it was impossible... Until one day at 2:37 in the morning I was going to the kitchen to get a drink and the house was very dark.
I saw a baby boy about 2 years old standing by the house door as if he was trying to reach the handle. When I told my mom she said that that could be the baby she lost because her due date was exactly two years a month and 2 days ago from the day that I saw him and ever since then we see him all the time and he just gets older and older.
A year later we also found a piece of construction paper from our crafts closet drawn on with a purple marker and it just had a series of repeated dots. It was very neat and creepy but my mother said that I am not to be scared because he only wants to be apart of the family!
I don't tell this story very often because I am afraid that friends won't want to come to my house anymore my mom sometimes talks to him and shows him pictures of our family and tells him who it is... When we showed him a picture of my dead grandmother and told him who it was we saw a drop of water come from no where and drop on the coffee table my mother says that she thinks it was a tear and that maybe he has already met her but got emotional at the tension in the room when we showed him the picture because we were all also crying too... I just wish that little man could be here with us.