It was the year 2005 and was expecting our second child when my fiancé, son and I decided to move closer to my mom in Gustine California. It was an older home out in the middle of the country. We had been living there about a month or so when I started seeing things weird shadows out the corner of my eye and hearing strange noises. My sons toys would play on there own, balls would bounce, unexplained knocking within the house, doors would open when I shut them, baby monitors would pick up a strong loud static in the middle of the night almost every night with a voice talking and it would immediately go away as soon as I would get up and go check my sons room. I would have messages on the answering machine when my phone did not ring, all static.
My fiancé worked during the day, and when I would tell him he thought I was crazy and I was just tired from being pregnant. It got to the point where my son would wake up screaming in the middle of the night and would not stay in his room alone to play during the day. As months had turned to a year living in that house, we now had two children. I started feeling stronger presences, like someone watching and following me when I was washing dishes or laundry, caring for the children, or anything of the source. I even started hearing footsteps around the house, to where it lead to one night where the footsteps were behind me as I left my kids room from checking on them as I walked back to my bedroom. I jumped back into bed and immediately felt a presence of someone sitting on the foot of the bed when no one was there. I finally had enough of living there when it started turning physical.
One night I woke up and caught a glimpse of a boy standing at the foot of the bed staring at me. I immediately sat up and he was gone, my son had slipped into bed with us that same night and was kind of hanging off the edge of the bed when I went to pull him closer to me scared of thinking I just saw a ghost. He woke up screaming no; stop it you're hurting me as he grabbed his face screaming as if he was in pain. This had woken my fiancé up as well, and he had to help me calm our son down. I had to pull my sons hands off his face and when I did he had fresh scratches as if someone had scratched his face.
A couple of days after that incident, I had a dream that I woke up to a loud noise like a chair or something was dragging on the kitchen floor, I got up to go see what the noise was and opened up my bedroom door and right there in front of me was a older woman, she had long hair, she was dressed in a long black dress and she appeared to be floating in the air and just staring at me, and a few feet behind her I caught the glimpse of the same little boy dressed in a white collared shirt and black pants staring at me as well. The woman stared at me for only a few seconds and then started screaming loudly as she lunged at me, this woman had gone threw me. I could not move, breath, I was frozen, I felt lifeless, Tears rolled down my eyes as I tried calling my fiancés name, but no words or sound would come out. I started praying in my head and finally got enough strength to walk backwards slowly to my bed and sit down. I woke up finding myself in the same position, sitting as I did in my dream. It felt so real, the way it felt when she went through me, her anger I felt, her scream was just terrifying. I woke my fiancé up and cried to him of what just had happened. I did not sleep the rest of the night, in fear I would see this woman again. I could not live there any longer.
We finally moved away from that house. My mom, however still lives across the way from the house and she too is now experiencing strange noises and unexplained scratches at her house. I don't know what happened on that property or in the houses, but whatever did, it was not pretty.
Unknown, I am a 'skeptic' (and no offense taken!), but I won't deny the existence of spirits because I have had my own experiences which I could not explain. I have a harder time accepting the idea that they can physically HARM people, because it would take such a grandiose amount of energy for that to occur... I won't deny that it can or has happened, but it seems very unlikely to me in a situation where nothing was done to provoke it. Part of my reason for denying this is my fear of it happening to me, and so far, simply believing it can't has kept me relatively safe from harm. 😁
But for the sake of argument, I will remain open-minded to accepting that the author's son was indeed hurt by this spirit. I think Dpez made a good point -- it's possible that the author's son was being terrorized by the spirit of a jealous child, who was denied a good mother such as the author in life.
One could never possibly know what all types of spirits are out there.