Spooky Real-Life Happenings.

I know I usually do funny, but this is a story I want to share. It's not funny ha-ha, more funny OMG.

Back when my son was about a year old he was starting to string words together in some impressive sentences. Often times, you could understand him. His grasp of the English language has always been impressive, but when they first start the sentence phase a parent tends to pay really close attention.

Anyway, the wife, the boy, and I were in his room laying (lying?) on the floor in the dark and staring at the ceiling. The reason for this is that I had stuck glow-in-the-dark stars all over it and we were enjoying the glow. At this point in my son's life, he was rarely without one of us by his side. He was generally only alone in his room when he was down for bed. Some nights, it sounded like he was talking to somebody quietly. The night when we were staring at the stars, he was between me and the wife. It was pretty black in the room except the faint green glow from the stars. Tucker stands up and starts saying, "The man in the window! The man in the window!" Not in a scared voice, more in an excited voice. we both sit up and ask him what he's talking about. He says, "See? There he is. The man in the window."

Needless to say, we were a little creeped out. He kept talking about it. Eventually, he started talking to it. TALKING TO IT. He was really excited. He kept trying to show him things. He would reach around in the dark, grab a toy and tell the man in the window about it. "See man? This is Bear," (Bear is a stuffed puppy). The wife and I were struck silent. I could feel her tensing up more and more as this went on. I asked the boy to ask the man in the window what his name was. So he did. "What's you name man?" He paused as if he were listening to an answer. "His name is George."

I know, right? I nearly pissed my pants right there. This went on for a good fifteen minutes more. A full half hour in all. I'm forgetting some specifics that were mostly the conversation bits between the kid and George (BTW, he did know Curious George before this, but he didn't say it often), but you get the overall super creepy vibe experienced by me and the wife. After a half hour of this, we took him out of the room. The wife huddled into herself on the couch and pretty much broke into tears. I was freaked. We prayed. A lot. What else can you do in a situation like that?

Nothing overly supernatural has happened since then, but lordy, that was more than I ever wanted to watch my then one year old son do. I've had a few run-ins with spirits, but I'll save those stories for another time.

BTW, if anyone knows how to make George pay rent, please let me know in the comments section. No free loaders in my house. Even if I can't see them myself. (I guess it was a little funny after all)