My son, K, was in
the car with my husband one day when he said, “Daddy, what happens to your
stuff after you die?” He was just staring out the window when he said it.
My husband told him that the family divides it up.
K says, “But how do they know who gets what?”
My husband, “The family figures that out. Why? Do you feel like
one of us is going to die? Me? Mommy? Your brother?”
He said, “No. It’s just something that popped in my head.”
My husband calls this one of K’s Children of the Corn moments. It
always creeps him out when K says stuff like that.
On the same day, I heard K telling his younger brother that in
Heaven you see more colors than you see here.
The next day, my husband went to the barber shop without the kids.
He found out that the barber, Paul, who usually cuts K’s hair, died the day
before of a heart attack and that his kids were fighting over his stuff. Weird.
Maybe K had a sense that someone passed away, but didn't know any of the
details.
Ever since he could talk, K has known things intuitively. Like
when he was around 1 or 2 I was driving him home from daycare. Just before we
turned the corner onto our street, he said, "Daddy home." I went on
to explain to him that Daddy doesn't come home until after we do. When I drove
up to the house, my husband's car was in the driveway. It just so happened that
he got out of work early that day.
A lot of little things like this would happen, but I didn't say
anything to my parents about it until one day my dad mentioned that K must have
ESP or something. He would have the same experiences where K would know things
he shouldn't know.
One day my dad took him for a walk down the street. On the way
back, he stopped to talk to a neighbor. I guess he was talking to the neighbor
for quite a while because K said, "Come on, Grandpa, let's go back. I want
to eat Popsicles." My dad was surprised because they never bought
Popsicles and K had not seen that they had some in their freezer that they
bought just for him since they knew he was coming over. It's not something we
would buy for him either.
Time after time it would be these little things that seemed like
more than just coincidence. My second son showed no signs of this at all.
When he was 1, we took him with us house hunting. There was an
empty house in North Hollywood that had a weird smell to it. The Realtor said
the former owners probably had a dog or cat. I didn't agree, but I didn't say
anything either. I had a dog and a cat before and it was no dog or cat smell. I
was thinking it had a sort of convalescent home smell to it.
In the house, we all split up. I went to the right, my husband
went to the left carrying our son, and the Realtor turned toward the front
door.
The kitchen was too small, so I was thinking that we would not buy
the house. I decided to go through the motions anyway and look at the whole
house. Once I stepped into the master bedroom, I suddenly felt afraid. Almost
like someone was watching me, but the room was completely bare with no
furniture in it. It was still daylight outside and the sunlight was coming
through the window. I quickly looked at the closet size and said to myself,
"Okay, yeah, that's nice" to make myself less afraid then got out of
there as fast as I could.
The backyard was spacious but eerily quiet. There was a brick oven
back there and I was wondering if anyone got killed around it. I had never had
these thoughts about any of the other houses we looked at that day, but this
house gave me the creeps.
K suddenly threw up so my husband had to run back to the car to
get the diaper bag. I didn’t want to be left there alone, so I ran after them
and the realtor ran after us.
The neighbors
came home and I was so tempted to ask them if anyone died in the house, but I
didn’t.
The realtor said
that by California law, the owners are supposed to disclose if someone had died
in the house within the last 3 years. That doesn’t seem like very long. Anyway,
the realtor didn’t know of any deaths in the house, but my guess by the smell
is that someone elderly had died in the house shortly before all the stuff was
cleared out of it.
Later, the
realtor confessed that she was creeped out by that house, too. She had to go
there alone to check it out before she showed it to us. When she was there
alone, she liked to keep the front door open. It made her feel better, probably
so she could run out of the house quickly if she needed to.
She said that when
we entered the house and split up, she had noticed that the front door was
closed. She assumed that my husband had closed it, so she angrily turned around
to open it again. She was still uneasy about having it closed even with us
there. My husband said he had not closed it.
I think K might
have vomited because he sensed something there. It happened one other time
after he saw a ghost. He has seen a ghost 2 other times before, though and did
not have a stomach ache that I can recall.
Our gym is said
to be haunted, but he hasn't had stomach problems there. He hasn't seen that ghost and I'm wondering if he ever will. I'm hoping to see that ghost someday. He just had better not follow us home.