Canadutch
I’m not sure if I do.
I’m non-religious so I don’t really have any beliefs in regards to what happens to you after you die… but I’ve had some really weird things happen to me over the years which have made me cock an eyebrow and turn the lights on.
Here’s one of the things that happened.
Years ago, when I was living on Prince Edward Island with Jerk-Ex, I had just quit my job to start my unemployment before we moved to Toronto. My boss at the time needed someone to babysit her 1 year old son for a few weeks while his father was away. Worked for me, that way I could still make some money for the move!
I babysat from 4am – 4pm every weekday and the baby usually didn’t wake up until somewhere between 6am-7am. I usually would amuse myself by watching a movie in their family room in the basement, or trying to catch a few more winks on the sofa.
One morning I (foolishly) decided to watch The Shining, which is a fairly disturbing Stephen King movie.
About a half hour into the movie I heard YOUUUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!! from a stuffed Big Bird toy in the corner. It was sitting all alone so I knew nothing was hitting against it, but I thought perhaps it was a bad battery. I opened it up, turned it off and put it back where it belonged.
After my heart stopped beating in my throat, I went back to the movie.
YOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!!!!
*Eyes wide* Now I KNOW I just turned that thing off!!!
I took it into the room next door and burried it in a toy box under a load of other toys. It was freaking me out!!
I also didn’t turn the movie back on.
I did call my Jerk-Ex crying though.
I spoke to the woman I was babysitting for and told her about it, that there must be a faulty wire in it or something. She said she’s never heard it make noise on it’s own like that before. I told her I burried it and asked that she keep it burried for a while, at least until after I had left for Toronto.
The next Monday I arrived back at her house, ready to start another week. I noticed a new toy on the sofa, a stuffed Barney doll… cute.
I (again… foolishly) decided to try to watch the rest of my movie.
Once again about a half hour passes and I hear:
*BEEP BEEP* WATCH OUT!!! – It’s coming from a toy on the floor which looks like a car with a giant steering wheel on the top. It was by other toys so I thought maybe it rolled into them and I didn’t notice.
I get up and move the toy into a better position, making sure it won’t roll anywhere and isn’t touching any other toys.
Before I even got my butt back in the chair …
YOU’RE MY BEESSSSSSST FRIEND!!!!
Holy fuck, it’s Barney!
I didn’t even touch the Barney doll, I just sank slowly into my chair and thought if I ignored it maybe I could forget it happened. Maybe there’s some weird surge going through the house, maybe the owners are playing some cruel trick on me, maybe the dolls are fucked up because the parents are paranoid and installed nanny-cams in them!
“Nana… is that you? If it is, make the lights blink!”
I didn’t REALLY think my dead grandmother was haunting me… I mean, she loved me to death. If she was able or willing to haunt me I think she’d find a way to do it without scaring the bejesus out of me and making me hate stuffed toys forever.
…. but still, I had to ask.
The lights didn’t blink.
No, I didn’t expect that they would… but it would have been cool if they did.
Everything seemed fine for a little while, but then it began…
*BEEP BEEP*!! WATCH OUT!!
YOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
YOU’RE MY BESSST FRIEND!!
YOUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
I LOVE YOU!!
YOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
*BEEP BEEP*!! WATCH OUT!!
YOUUUUU’RE SPECIAL!!
YOU’RE MY BESSST FRIEND!!
******* SCREAM *******
I was up and over the stairs like a bat out of hell!
I phoned Jerk-Ex, waking him up and demanding he come over IMMEDIATELY. Of course by the time he got there nothing was happening… He stayed with me until 4pm when the mother came home and I explained to her what happened.
She phoned me that night and told me someone else would be looking after the baby from then on.
I don’t know if she got rid of me because she thought I was a fruitcake, or because I discovered that her house is full of evil angry spirits.
Maybe she was an axe murderer and I’m like the chick in Medium, only too stupid to get it… and she was worried that I’d find the body. OoooOOOoo!
I’ll never know.
Do you believe in ghosts?
Yup I believe in ghosts, some day I will tell you the story, it involves me, my son, and his best friend living in a 5 bedroom pre-civil war house, 2 years before I moved to Holland. So yea,, I do,,and it FREAKED ME OUT,, only I didn’t HEAR any thing I SAW it.
Well whatever it was, it wanted me the hell out of that house!!
I’m not sure what you encountered was a ghost, but definitely some sort of entity. Maybe you have a certain energy/aura that whatever was there didn’t like and it decided to screw with you. I’m glad it didn’t hurt you.
Maybe it was the baby! And he commanded his mother to seek a new babysitter because he had had all the scaring fun out of you he could… ;-)
haha thank god it’s not just me! Like I said I’m not really a big believer in all things paranormal but I do struggle to think of another explaination for why that was happening!
I do believe in Ghosts and Spirits.
that’s some freakiness. I have never actually seen a ghost, but I tell you, I’ve seen some weird stuff that could only be ghosts. Your story is definitely to be added to my list of “stories i’ve heard that freaked me out.” That is a good story, and of course, the thing that just makes it creepier is the lady dismissing it so nonchalantly. (at least that’s the impression i got.) I guess we could assume she thought you were crazy, but wow, if i had someone do the same, I’d be freaked out myself.
I totally believe in some kind of paranormal stuff. There are a bunch of things that I scoff at, such as certain “ghosthunters” and such, but if anything, they are entertaining to me.
I think it’s the comfort in knowing that someday, I *could* come back and haunt some people. :P
My best friend is freakishly into the paranormal, etc. Her mother has “healing powers” and has passed them onto her. I will admit that she gives the best massages I’ve ever gotten, and she can always get the kinks out of my hands from typing too much.
She’s told me numerous stories about her experiences with spirits, and how she’s seen them in her bedroom before. She also told me that my aunt, who had committed suicide, had found me and was trying to communicate with me, so she convinced her spirit to leave by creating purple energy shields around all the entrances to our apartment.
I love her, but sometimes I think she’s crazy.
Anyways, awesome post. It made me realize that she’s not the only out there who has run-ins with the dead, and that’s always nice to hear.
(And no, I don’t think you’re crazy. If anything, I like you even more.)