Well, my husband and I got a divorce (we have since remarried) and were sharing custody of our minor sons (we have a grown daughter who lives on her own). He had them a week at a time, then I had them a week. My house was built in 1948 and is a standard bungalow with some additions. At some point, owners enclosed the garage, turning it into my den, added a step down dining room and a master suite. From the dining room, there is a stair up into my kitchen.
My boys were 10 and 13. One night I was sitting in my den and out of the corner of my eye I saw a thin, blonde boy standing in the kitchen. My mind registered it as my 13 year old, but when I turned to talk to him, I realized he was at my husband’s.
I chalked it up to stress.
Then, I started hearing running in my front rooms at night. Not always, but often. At first I thought it was one of our cats, but it sounded like a child. One night, the cats were on the bed with me and I heard running.
I got got up to look and found nothing.
Another night I got up to use the bathroom and as I was sitting there a coin hit me on the shoulder. It was a quarter that had been on the windowsill that was on the wall closest to my OTHER shoulder.
I saw this boy on and off many times. I was never afraid because he just seemed surrounded by peace.
The weirdest spotting occyafter several nights of hearing running. It was about 5 am and I went to the bathroom. I felt someone watching me and I turned and saw a very pale boulder and arm. My cat, Elvis, even looked at him and reached up to paw him. I thought it was my youngest son needing the bathroom, so I washed my hands and walked out. No one was there and my son was dead asleep in another room wearing a shirt and the kid I saw was not wearing a shirt.
Since my husband and I reconciled and he moved home, I haven’t seen the little boy ghost.