It seemed to interact with children more than adults and but it didn’t like people who did not believe in it or was weary of the truth.
When my ma was heavily pregnant with my youngest brother. She was sitting on the couch watching telly and speaking with my aunty and all of a sudden my mam felt something pressing on her stomach and her belly was basically lobsided because the baby was moving to the side. Her stomach was in knots and she thought she was going into labour and so I called my dad and he came around to collect us to bring my mam home and get her ready for the hospital. After we left my ma was perfectly fine and didn’t go into labour until a few weeks later. She thinks it was pressing on her stomach.
A few kids have talked about the man. The man is mostly nice. One time one of the babies were around 3 or 4 and he was playing with the ball rolling it along the ground and it touched of the radiator and stopped and then the ball started rolling towards the baby even though no one had rolled it for him. A lot of the kids in the family have mentioned him and always call him by the same name which is Tommy but he seems not to like little girls but little boys as all of the boys speak about him, and my little cousin who is a girl said Tommy hurt her and scraped her face.
My cousin woke up to a white thing sitting on his chest but a black thing in the corner watching. We think this was sleep paralysis but we can’t be sure as a few people have mentioned the black thing in the corner.
My eldest cousin had her baby at 19 and one time she was out with her mates so my aunt was looking after the baby. She heard voices on the baby monitor and it was “don’t hurt him put him down” and my aunt ran upstairs as she thought it was my cousin and her fella fighting and the cot was side ways on the ground and the baby was on the floor in a pile of blankets with no one there. She says whoever said put him down is a guardian angel.
Its bizarre but possible I suppose, I mean why does my old bloke come with me wherever I go? He came with me to France and has moved house with me three times since and every so often up he pops to pinch something as a reminder "I'm still here you know!" I wondered if it was my grandfather whom I loved dearly who died when I was 13 and yet I get the impression its not him but someone else entirely whose identity I have no clue of, yet my eldest son saw Him when he was little at our old pub and I never have; Strange
To be honest that is lovely. I would love that in the future for when my parents pass. My dad had something similar we were in the car driving and he just stopped saying his dad was with him as he could smell my granddads soap and talcum powder.