SDgregs Posted July 23, 2017 #1 Share Posted July 23, 2017 When I was around four or five I lived in an apartment with my mom, two brothers, and my mother's boyfriend. There was a rumor going around the complex that that the apartments had been built over a cemetery. My mother would later tell me that the leasing assistant told her that the apartments were in fact built on a cemetery. Over time my mother began seeing a boy in our apartment. She said he wore all white (white shirt and shorts), he had dishwater blonde hair, and she would only see him in the hallway, the bathroom, and in myself and my brother's room (we shared a room). After visiting with an elderly resident in the apartments (Ms. Moss), my mom realized that she had not been the only one seeing this boy. Ms. Moss told my mom that she also saw the boy wandering the grounds. At some point, I began playing with an imaginary friend, a boy I called Evan. According to my mom, I talked and played with him often. After I started playing with Evan, my mom would see the boy appear more often. It's no surprise that when she told people about what she was experiencing they did not believe her. Her boyfriend would often poke fun until he seen the boy for himself. They had just gone to bed when he seen the boy in the corner of their bedroom. A cousin of mine also seen him. Apparently she (my cousin) was so frightened that she actually ran and jumped in bed with my mom and her boyfriend. Another incident my mom remembers is when her friend came to visit (her boyfriend and my brothers and I were not home) she said her friend started looking around while they were talking and the she said: “I thought you said the kids were gone?” My mom went on to explain what was going on and her friend promptly left. One day, I came up to my mom (I have no memory of this) crying and holding my arm; I told her Evan hit me. My mom said she realized that the boy was Evan. My cousin (the 14 year old) told her aunt and uncle about (her father’s side- no relation to us). The aunt and uncle were Christian but we do not know of what denomination. The pair came to our apartment. As soon as they arrived, they began praying and walking through the house. My mom recalls that the aunt (without asking any questions) immediately went to our bedroom (the room my brothers and I shared), the bathroom, and then out into the hall. She told my mom that the boy’s spirit was not at rest. She also told her that he grown close to one of her children. She took my mom back into our bedroom and went straight to a wall net my mom affixed to the wall with different stuffed animals in it. She went on to tell my mom that the boy’s spirit was attached to one of the stuffed animals. I have a memory of people standing around me in a circle praying and I think speaking in tongues. I also remember crying because I was terrified and obviously didn’t understand what was going on; and they also wouldn’t let me leave the circle. The aunt and uncle continued to pray and ask the boy’s spirit to go away. Once they were finished, the uncle told my mom that she would have a lot of company for the next few days. He left her with an oil that he had used to anoint her, our apartment, myself, and my brothers. He told her that she should anoint anyone who wished to enter her home because since Evan’s spirit had been forced out of our home, he would essentially try to “hitch” a ride onto to someone to get back in again. For the next few days, we had more company than we had ever had in our time living there. Random people that we had not seen in forever came to visit. My mother remembers that a longtime friend of hers that happened to live across the hall came by. While it was not out of the ordinary for her to come by, what transpired when she opened the door was a bit odd. She said that she asked her friend if she could anoint her before she came in, her friend stood there for a second, looked at the door frame and said, “That’s ok. Why don’t you come over?” What’s weird about this is that my mom had blessed her apartment when she moved in (the friend across the hall). There were also others who showed up who would not enter after she explained that they could only come in if they were anointed with the oil. After everything was over, she never let me speak of him because she believes that speaking of him is like giving him an invitation into our lives again. Most of this experience is not really my own and is clearly my mother’s. What’s scary is that I remember Evan but my memories of him are not “ghostly”. I simply remember him as being like you and I; he appeared to be flesh and blood. I don’t remember him hitting me. One thing I do remember is that I had some of the most lucid and vivid nightmares I have ever had to date when we lived in that apartment. I don’t know if Evan was evil. Perhaps he was angry or confused. I’m not a religious person however, I am fairly opened minded. Sometimes I wonder if what transpired was just a shared delusion. Other times, I am not so sure. What are your thoughts? If there are some areas of this post that are confusing, feel free to ask me to clarify. As I said before, most of this is not coming from my own memory. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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