MMy story begins a few years ago, 10 years and 10 months to be precise. I was pregnant with my second child, a son, when my Dad died after a terrible battle with cancer. He truly loved my daughter and was devastated to know that he probably wouldn't meet his great-grandson. In the last years of his life he lived with my mother. He died in what was once my brother's room in my mother's house.
Last July, my mother retired and moved, and my fiancée and I bought her house (which was my childhood home). We completely rebuilt the house. One day I was home alone and painting my brother's vintage room. This room would now belong to both my 10-year-old and my 2-year-old son. I was standing on a ladder trying to paint by stretching (not very intelligent) when I lost my balance and saw my feet come off the ladder. I closed my eyes and somehow I was put down and saved from falling! I had goosebumps, but I just said, “Thanks, Dad.”
Two nights ago my child told me there was a ghost in his Bubba's bed. From then on he became very clingy. He is usually fearless and does not mind the darkness. Last night my fiancée and I were watching TV and my son was sitting on the bed playing Game Boy. He said the ghost was there. We watched him, he wasn't aware that we were watching as he played, he stared at the bed next to him with wide eyes. He did this for about 20 minutes. He never cried, he just acted like he didn't want to lose sight of his “spirit”. My two older children weren't here at the time.
Does anyone have any advice etc?
