The Ghost Baby...#4 of my spooky stories series
The following is an e-mail I received from a reader. I cannot validate her experience, but I would defintely consider this person a very intelligent, skeptical, and reliable source. She has decided to remain anonymous. The pics here are NOT from this source, but are interesting "ghost" pictures involving children. Take a close look and examine them for yourself. Enjoy!
A lot of strange things happened the year after my daughter turned three. I think her growing ability to speak coherently and her ability to "see" the things that children are willing and able to see made for one of the most interesting summers of my life.
We live in an old farmhouse, well over 100 years old. The first thing I noticed was that my daughter, when sitting on my lap, would follow something with her head and eyes, as if something were walking directly in front of her and then into another room. She would strain her head to watch whatever was crossing in front of us, even though there didn't seem to be anything in the room.
Also, she spoke of the "Grandpa" that lived upstairs. All elderly men were "Grandpas" to her, and her grandfather didn't live upstairs. I asked her if she meant her Grandpa and she said "No, the other Grandpa". Right there, heebie jeebies for me!
Then she began talking about the little girl that lives in the basement. We were sitting in the living room and she began to laugh and point in the direction of my feet. My feet are ugly, but not amusing. She looked at me and said, "The baby is going to bite you."
I asked her what she meant and she pointed to my feet again and said, "The baby is going to bite you."
I stood up, and as I did, my daughter got to her feet and ran towards the bathroom saying, "Come back, baby." She ran to the door that leads to the cellar, and then told me that the baby was in the basement.
My daughter has an active imagination, and I felt the need to question what she thought she saw and what she thought was happening. After the incident in the living room, I asked her why the baby lives in the basement and my daughter told me that the baby was scared, and misses her mommy and daddy. Ok, that's weird. So then I asked her what the baby looked like. Her answer was:
I slept with the lights on for the next week.