~Little One~

Had a rather odd, disturbing experience recently.

I was lying in bed, really tired but half awake when I heard the door to my bedroom open and then close.  I then heard the sound of little feet running into my room.

I automatically assumed it was my youngest son because whenever he wakes up in the morning he will come into my bedroom to let my husband and I know that he has woken up if one of us isn't awake already.

On this particular day, which was a weekend, my husband wasn't home.  He had woken up early to go help a friend move some furniture.

I was really tired and remember thinking about my son, "Ugh, why does he have to wake up so early?"

Since I was so tired I didn't even open my eyes and said, "Why don't you get into bed with mommy and sleep for a bit more buddy?"  Which my son will do when it's real early.

I then felt someone touch my big toe and wiggle it slightly.  I assumed my son was horsing around, since he has done that type of thing before and so I thought nothing of it.

While still laying there with my eyes closed I then felt the bottom corner of the bed go down on the side I was laying on.  Again I assumed it was my son who was crouching down to "hide" like he has been known to do and has done.  He'll then pop back up, hoping to scare me.

I was so tired that I said, again without opening my eyes, "Come on buddy, I'm really tired, come lay with mommy for a bit."

I then felt the bed right beside me go down, like it does when someone is leaning on it.  I then felt someone crawl over me.  I felt the weight of their little body.

Assuming it was my son, I thought nothing of it and proceeded to reach over and pull the covers down on the side of the bed he was heading to.  As I did, I said, "Here ya' go."

I then opened my eyes, expecting to see my son sitting beside me on the bed, waiting to crawl underneath the covers beside me.  But, there was no one there.

I immediately sat up.  Where was my son?  Who the hell had just crawled over me?!

I had felt the distinct weight of someone crawl across me!  I had felt the bed go down too!

It wasn't large like my husband's body would be, or another adult.  It was like a child.  I even grunted a little with the weight of it when they crawled over me, as I do/have done when one of my children crawls over me, putting their weight on me.

I was really creeped out.  I called out my son's name.  No answer.

I got up off the bed and looked to the other side of the room on the floor, hoping to see him crouched down hiding.  Nothing.  There was no one there.  There was no one in the bedroom with me.

I slowly opened up my bedroom door and peered out.  I looked across the hall to my sons room, only to find their bedroom door closed.

I walked over, opened their door and saw both of my boys in their beds sound asleep.  I walked over, put my hand on one and then the other.  Both of them were breathing slow and regular as one does when in a deep sleep.

I was completely dumbfounded to say the very least.  And more then a little creeped out.

I headed back to my room, still exhausted.  I layed down in my bed and wondered about what I had just experienced.  I wondered if perhaps I'd dreamt the entire thing.

But I knew damn well I hadn't.  I had clearly heard the bedroom door open and then close.  I had heard the distinct sound of footsteps.  Little footsteps.  The kind you hear when a child runs across a floor.

Had I just been visited by a child spirit?  Exhaustion got the best of me and  I fell back asleep.

A short time later I heard my bedroom door open and again I heard the distinct sound of footsteps into the room.  Child-like footsteps.

I then heard what sounded like the sound of a child speaking softly.  I then heard what sounded like someone shuffling through the things in my bedside table drawer.

I thought nothing of it and assumed it was my eldest son looking for my cellphone.  That is because when he wakes up, he likes to go on it and play games and stuff.  I then assumed, after hearing some more shuffling around in the drawer that he was looking for the phone charger since that is where I keep it.  I assumed he couldn't find it.

While still laying in my bed on my back and with my eyes closed, I put my hand out and said, "You had the phone last night and you came in and got the charger remember?  You have it."

As I said that I felt a small hand take mine.  The hand was so cold that it startled me.  I said, "My God", and asked, "Why is your hand so cold?"  As I said that last part I opened my eyes, expecting to see my son standing there.  There was no one there.

I sat up.  There was no one in my room.  My bedroom door was still closed.  Yet I had heard it open.  Again, I had heard the sound of little feet.

I tried to reason that perhaps I had been lucid dreaming.  But I know I was awake enough to hear what I heard.  I also distinctly felt a hand in mine.  Yet there was no one there!

I immediately grabbed the phone and called my husband, telling him everything I had just experienced and wanted to know when he'd be home.  The experience really frightened me.


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