It was the weekend, and my son and I were watching tv in my bedroom. I never had something unusual happening in there. Well, we got sleepy and turned the tv off. It was not dark in the room because my bed was right next to the window, and the moon shined right on my bed. I was in the front and was facing my son, and he was facing me. He sat up out of nowhere and laid right back down. He pulled the blanket over his head and said:" Mommy, can you please turn the light on!"He didn't ask me but told me. I could hear the fear in his voice.
I ask him: "what is wrong, baby?"
He started to cry and said:" a little boy is sitting next to the bed!"
I got scared too but didn't wanna show him. Chills ran down my back.
I didn't know what to say.
I ask him how old he thinks that boy is.
He couldn't tell for sure, but he thought around his age. My son was about seven-years at that time.
Please turn the light on, he told me again.
I was too scared to turn around. The light was right behind me on the nightstand where my son saw that boy.
I reached behind my back and tried to feel for the light. I was so scared that somebody maybe craps my hand or something like that.
Then I found it and turned the light back on.
It was bright in the room, but I was still too scared to look behind me.
Is that boy still sitting next to the bed? I asked my son.
He looked and said:" No, he is gone.
Thank God, I thought.
We left the light on all night. I couldn't go to sleep after that.
I started to look for another apartment the next day. But until I found a new place, some more spooky things happened!
I told my sister that the hand on that picture was a sign and she shouldn't ignore it! But it was very hard to scary my sister in the first place. So she didn't care what I said and just laughed it off. She was working at a bar at night when things started to happen there too. The bar was very busy at night. My sister had to work. She took orders and got them ready. On the shelves above the counter where the glasses. Everything was organized and pushed into the back. She tried to take one of the glasses down to make a drink as one glass after the other fell off that shelf. We all watched how those glasses dropped one after the other, very slow on the bar! Just like somebody took them out and placed them there. Well, everybody was a kind of drunk and thought the owner made a joke. Everybody was laughing. Even after that night, my sister didn't think of anything and kept working. That bar closed around 6 in the morning. The last people left, my sister, I was standing outsid...
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