Thread by @Fizzygrrl

Okay, who wants to hear a creepy as fuck story that still has the hairs standing up on the back of my neck in which I demonstrably banished a ghost from my 8yo son’s body last night?

So, son has been sick all week with the flu. But like, reaaaaal sick. He has been laying in bed like this pitiful puddle of melted little dude and it’s been really hard to watch.

Last night, 12yo daughter confides in me that she believes a ghost has latched onto her brother.

I hear her out: she says it’s like her brother is gone. His eyes look different. His voice is weird. He is just sort of...gone.

Now, at first I try to explain what the flu can do to a person, but she persists. She says ghosts can latch onto people and it’s like poison.

This stalls me. I’ve heard this before. That a spirit with grab hold and literally like, sort of pull life out of a person.

Now, I used to not believe in ghosts but my mom has had some SHIT happen, which I will share at a later time.

Now? I don’t discount the possibility.

I am standing in daughter’s doorway and I explain how I once asked a ghost to leave our old house and it did (seriously that happened it was a LOT.)

I tell her I’ll go into his room while he’s sleeping and politely ask, and if there’s a ghost, it’ll leave, right?

I shut her door which is right next to son’s door, and look in at him. He’s laying there asleep.

And then suddenly, and I mean I was staring right at him and didn’t see him move, he’s sitting up looking at me.

He says in a raspy voice, “I’ve got those.”

I piss myself.

I slowly walk in and ask what he means, and he repeats, “I’ve got those.”

I ask what does he have, and he looks up at me with his head tilted down, his eyes all dark, and this CREEPY FUCKING SMILE HE HAS NEVER MADE spreads across his face.

“I’ve got those.”

He’s just staring at me, smiling. This toothy, vicious smile. I had goosebumps over every inch of me.

And then?

He starts to fucking spin.

Literally, spinning, on the bottom bunk of his bed.

Using his feet and his hands he starts spinning like a motherfucking top.

This child hasn’t been able to physically walk in days. We have to carry him room to room.

And he’s SPINNING.

I told him to stop, that he was going to hurt himself.

He’s going faster and faster and it looks like horror movie CGI, spinning on his toes and palms.

I was fucking in TEARS. I wanted to scream for my husband but I was too scared to yelp.

There’s no room for him to be spinning like this and not concussing himself but he spins and spins and spins and hits nothing.

HE IS STILL SMILING.

I finally grab him by the shoulder and sort of sputter to stop or he’ll hurt himself.

He stops.

“I’ve got those.”

I say to lie down and he does this terrifying thing where he fold himself in half sideways with his head underneath him, STILL SMILING.

I move him like a doll and say mommy is here, it’s okay, go to sleep.

He passed right out, still smiling, and whispered, “I’ve got those.”

So. I walk out slowly, and did what any reasonable adult would do.

I called my mom at 3:30am her time and LOST. MY. SHIT.

She calms we down, make a plan, and she starts praying for son while I get off the phone.

Y’all. I deadass grabbed our salt, ran in, and drew a line under his bed from one end to the other.

Then I went into this speech to a ghost about I’m sorry for whatever happened to bring it here, I hope it finds peace, but get THE FUCK OUT OF MY SON, PLEASE.

Here’s where things finally cause me to crack.

I turn around, and all our pets are sitting in a line behind me.

All of them. Just sitting there facing my son.

I fucking RAN FROM THAT ROOM.

I’m hiding under a blanket and suddenly our big cat floof and little cat floof who are on the bed with me both stuck their heads up and look toward the hallway outside the kids’ rooms. The just stare. For minutes. Tended up.

I start saying “OKAY YOU NEED TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE NOW. LEAVE THE MEMBERS OF THIS FAMILY ALONE. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME IN THIS HOUSE.”

Over and over and over.

And finally, both cats relaxed AT THE SAME TIME, and carried on like all was well.

When son woke up, he was PERKY. Like. He still has a fever but he yells from his room, “UH WHY THE HELL IS THERE SALT UNDER MY BED?!”

For the first time all week, he spent the day playing video games and talking and eating and I don’t know.

My husband, who doesn’t believe in ghosts or spirits in the slightest, is freaked out. He said, “I don’t know what happened in that room but SOMETHING did.”

He and daughter both notes that son’s eyes look notmal again, his voice sounds normal again, and he’s no longer a melted Little Sir puddle.

And I will never sleep again because I can’t get that smile, that spinning, and “I’ve got those.” out of my brain.

The end.

I need you all to know I very literally sweat through my shirt reliving this.

Do not want. Ever again.

This is why I don’t watch horror movies, folks.