My mom has always told me this story of when I was a little girl, a few months old. We had lived in this old trailer in Lexington, Nebraska. She said that she always had a sense that something was in that place, but you know, always shrugged it off. Well I was only a few months old, old enough to where I could sit up on my own, but I wasn't able to walk yet, so every morning for the few weeks that we were there, I always had a routine with my mom like she said. I would wake and gurgle and cry until she came.
One morning, as my mom described it, I didn't do that, instead I was laughing and "talking" to somebody... But I wasn't in my crib. Somehow my crib bar was down and the basket of laundry that was on the floor was spilt over and then there I was. My mom had told me that, she had thought somehow I figured out how to bring the bar down myself, but then thought again that I was only a baby. Well there I sat playing with somebody, and she told me that as soon as she walked through my bedroom door, I started screaming bloody murder. I just would not stop crying, so she thought I was hungry and went to go get me a bottle from the kitchen. As soon as she left, I was back to laughing.
Later that day, I was fine, just being a normal baby, exploring things out and everything until I came to this corner. I was playing with an empty Pepsi bottle, and just sat in this corner staring at the wall and was following something with my eyes. My mom told me that I was giggling and just laughing my head off at whatever I was looking at.
I don't remember any of this at all, but I figured that this spirit was friendly and enjoyed my company. I'm not sure, but I think that maybe it was my grandpa because he had died when my mom was two years old, and maybe he was visiting. Well tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.