So last week about midnight my 2 year old wakes up, screams and starts gasping for air. He says "where did that man go? The man was outside and came in my room, where's that man?" I check the windows and send my husband outside to check everything out. Then i bring him to bed with me and he says " mommy keep me safe" so i let him sleep cuddled up next to me for the night. Then a few days later, a commercial comes on for a ghost stories show and he gasps and says " Mommy thats the man in my room". Kinda creepy i thought. Cant help but wonder if it was a dream or a ghost.
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