SUNDAY 7th DECEMBER 2003
To set the story, our four year old son,although being in his own bed, comes into our bed for the last couple of night-time hours, something which i'm sure a lot parents will acknowledge. it is usually in the early hours so he can snuggle up. I have got used to this and expect it now, and being a very light sleeper, I always hear him coming in.
It had been a lovely saturday night. We had been at my sister-in-law's house, for a family get together, and we had got home feeling relaxed, but very tired. It didn't take me long to fall asleep.
This morning, about 5a.m. I woke up to the sound of little footsteps coming into our room, thinking it was my son, i didn't stir, I lay there in the darkness, facing the wall away from the door. When the footsteps reached the end of the bed, they stopped and then I felt the familiar clambering onto the bed and up in between myself and my husband. At this point I turned over to settle my son in, but there was no-one there, only my husband lay next to me, sleeping peacefuly. I know that I heard those footsteps, and felt a little person climbing onto the bed, i wasn't scared, whoever it was, they didn't feel threatening so I drifted back off to sleep.
At about 6.30 I heard the same familiar sound of footsteps, and this time it was my son, clambering to get into bed with us.
I don't know who my mysterious little visitor was, but they didn't feel frightening in any way, it definitly was not my son, and I know that I didn't imagine it - it was very, very real.
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