For the past few months, it’s been pretty quiet in the house. No more of Holden waking up hysterical in the middle of the night and refusing to go back into his room, no more telling me there’s a man under his bed.. no more Reddits. There are the few instances where he’s said there’s “breathing” coming from my bedroom, but that could just be chalked up to Holden being a big ol’ weirdo.
Our house isn’t exactly what i’d consider ‘new.’ I think it was built in the 50’s or 60’s, so there are always strange noises coming from the floors and walls and windows. Settling noises and the heat makes a little bit of a popping noise when it comes on… and if the wind blows just the right way it can make our laundry room door slam or the windows moan. Those are all noises i’ve learned to live with. The first few dozen times I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I barely even raise an eyebrow to them anymore.
The past week or so, something new has been happening. I thought at first it was my mind playing tricks on me. Maybe I was just hearing things, or maybe it’s just so windy that the house is making new strange noises, but after this weekend I don’t think so anymore.
In our kitchen, there is a cut out above the stove where you can see into the dining room. It’s a good way to be able to keep an eye on the boys, and I always know when they’re making their way into the dining room from the living room. There’s also a blind spot because to the left of the cut out there’s a huge cabinet, so where the kitchen meets the dining room- I can’t see.
A few times while I was in the kitchen cooking, I heard the scuffling of footsteps that sound a lot like Holden’s, and a flash run by that was about Holden’s height and right into the blind spot to my left. Each time I thought it was Holden tearing ass into the kitchen, only he was in the other room playing.
Earlier in the week, i’d put Holden down for a nap and Parker was on the couch, probably sucking his thumb when it happened again. The scuffling was so loud and so distinct that I swore it was Holden. I saw a blur flash by that same spot, and was gearing up to scold Holden for getting out of bed during nap time- but no one was there. I even looked around the corner to make sure… nothing. Parker is not anywhere near running yet, so there’s no possible way he could have ran from the couch, to the kitchen and back up onto the couch in thumb sucking position without me catching him.
I was puzzled, but I didn’t put a lot of thought into it until it happened again the next day. Again, Holden was asleep, and this time I was actually holding Parker in my arms. What in the hell is going on?? I told Thomas about it, but he always looks at me like i’m imagining things because of all the paranormal books I read.
He had to eat his words when it happened yesterday while he, Parker and myself were all in the kitchen… once again while Holden was sleeping. He heard the same exact footsteps I had, and he too thought it was someone walking into the kitchen.
Today it went a step farther. He was going out to the laundry room, which you get to through a door in the kitchen and reached for the knob and it turned itself. Or so he says. Maybe he imagined something for once, who knows!
I honestly have no idea what the hell is going on. I’ve always sort of thought there was something else taking up residence in our house other than the 4 of us, but I also have a strong fascination with all things paranormal. It’s definitely something, I am definitely not making it up or seeing things since I am now not the only one to experience the same thing.
Maybe Holden is having out of body experiences during nap time? As crazy as that sounds… it also sort of fits. So weird!
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