Personal Childhood And Past Trauma Stories:
My Child, The Ghost Collector
It's 2015
Okay, so back when my twelve-year-old, Jay, was like two, they could see ghosts really clearly. Like, as clear as they do in the movie Sixth Sense. To the point where my kid would be like, “See the dog,” and I’d be like, “Yeah, I see the dog.” Then they'd be like, “See the tree,” and I’d go, “Yeah, I see the tree.” Then my kid would say, “See the girl,” and I’d be like, “You see a girl?” and they'd say, “Yeah, I see a girl.” So I’d ask, “Oh, is the girl happy or sad?” and they would say, “Girl is sad. Mhm mhm, sad.” And I’d be like, “Oh, okay…”
Fast forward a little bit—my ex-husband was working outside in the yard, and my kid woke up from a nap and said, “See the man?” I was just playing along like I always do, so I said, “You see a man?” and they said, “Yeah, a man. Man is Daddy. Oh—man’s Daddy!” And that’s when I realized—when this kid sees ghosts, they see them in full form. Like, even thought their own dad was a ghost because they see him that clearly. It’s insane.
They even had a little boy spirit that would play with them. (yes a little boy, not a trickster energy or anything). The little boy spirit had fallen down a well, and my kid saw them in the form of a young boy with a blue and red face.
We weren't scared though, just sad. Our house was in an area that used to be fields and farms, a long time ago, when well accidents were more common.
I didn't know how to cross spirits over at that time.
Okay, so then a couple years later, I moved from Lake County to the Tampa area in Florida. My twelve-year-old—who was four at the time—started talking about “the little boy that fell down the well.” And I was like, “Wait… that was two years ago, and like two hours away. Why is the boy that fell down the well in this house now?” And my kid just said, “Oh, I kept him. I liked him.” And I was like, “You can’t do that. These are souls, they are not pets. You can’t just keep the little boy that fell down the well.” And they said, “Well, he likes me.”
So I told them, “No, that’s not how this works. He’s stuck here, he needs our help. We need to cross him over to the other side.” So I opened a portal. I can’t force spirits to go, but I let the little boy know he could cross over and be with his family. And my kid was really sad. okay bye.
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