We arrived in Colorado in June 2000, leaving behind our home and all things that go bump in the night in San Jose. Never really did get any answers to what was going on there. We moved into our new home the end of July that same year. Stan worked the 3 to 11 pm shift, so the boys, who were 8 and 10, and I were on our own most evenings.
One evening a couple of months later Kevin had a cub scout ice cream social to attend. I told AJ I would take him out for ice cream and we would go explore our new town. As we were making our way back to pick up Kevin, AJ out of the blue asked me, "Mommy, who was that babysitter you used to have for us in San Jose?"
"You mean Megan?" I asked, one of the young women in our ward. "Or Tiffany?"
"No," he shook his head, looking very serious. "I mean the man who used to babysit us and play with us in the backyard."
I felt a chill go up my spine. Could he have seen our "ghost"? No one, no one to my knowledge, had ever seen the man in the yellow jumpsuit besides myself. I asked him to describe the man to me, and he described him to a T.
"What would he do with you?" I asked.
"He would play with us. Push us on the swings, talk to us. He was really nice," he told me. "But when we got bigger he didn't come anymore."
Curious, I thought. "Was Jake there?" If the man was indeed something wierd, would Jake have been suspicious? AJ assured me that Jake was there and played along with them and the man.
I asked some questions to see if the man had hurt my boys, done anything he shouldn't have; if he wasn't a spirit, but in fact a physical man. AJ told me that no, the man had only played with them in the back yard, and would wait until they entered the house before leaving. He would push them on the swings, toss the ball with them, and just sit and watch them while they played. Nothing else.
It still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable to think about it, and every once in awhile I bring it up again to AJ and Kevin to see if anything untoward happened, but they always assure me that the man treated them much like their grandfather would.
Who was that man--and was he a man? What caused the sounds and events to happen in the house? I am as clueless today as I was back then. If anyone has any ideas I would be happy to hear them. Not much of a conclusion to the story, I'm afraid. I've been thinking about it lately and wanted to post about it to see what others thought.
Let me know .....
Memorial Weekend E-Book Giveaway
5 years ago