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January 2006 – Page 2

The Ghost of Tommy
by Claire Owen

My family and I have been living in our home almost two months. About two weeks ago, we had our home blessed by a deacon of our church. Since then we had been having unusual movements around the house. Several days after the blessing, we saw a little boy's head move past our daughter's window twice. That night someone knocked on her window (there was no one there). I had a box of chocolates that came from another country that literally vanished from the kitchen counter and was later found in the food pantry after several people including myself looked there before.

Also there are severe cold drafts to the bones and the hair on the back of our necks stand straight up and then it goes away. When we go upstairs from the basement, we are running because we feel that someone or something is racing us up the stairs, and yet it is already waiting around the corner at the top.

We had a friend come over on Thanksgiving and he is extremely sensitive to ghosts and spirits. He was able to determine that we are dealing with a child – a little boy. While we were there talking about him, each one of us would get a creepy, cold chill, as if he was walking around us in a circle. It then stopped at me and I was shaking as if I was freezing to death. All of a sudden I felt very afraid of my surroundings, as if I had no idea where I was. The first thing I wanted to do was to try and get close to my mother. Then I became very ill and threw up. I carried these symptoms over into the next day.

During this ordeal, my husband and everyone else noted that I had full color in my face and then at the blink of an eye my face lost all color and went very white. I feel I have to agree with him because late at night when I am doing the dishes, out of the corner of my eye I can see a child around 7-8 years of age watching me from the hallway. Yet when I look, there is no one there (my own two daughters are fast asleep in their beds).

A downstairs window is always being opened when we are all out of the house. Plus there is a storage area under the stairs that becomes extremely cold (not due to winter weather). When we first moved in, I first threw all our boxes in there. Then a week after moving in I had the strangest urge to carpet it and make it into a children's theme with books, movies, etc. I feel that this used to be this little boys hiding place.

I really want to see him instead of his pranks and I do not know how to ask him to show himself to me. I feel so sorry for this little boy and I was wondering if he might have died in this house. I know nothing of the property and each owner and do not know where to find that info. I feel that after the Thanksgiving Day ordeal I have grown very close to him and I want to say that I have grown very fond almost loving of him as if he were of flesh and blood and one of my children.

The friend said that he was feeling like this boy's name might be Tommy Tom or Thomas.

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