I wondered if she had seen the face, too, and made note to ask her once our coven mate had finished talking. My first thought was that it was my daughter who was upstairs. When I have people over occasionally she will peek on us through the spindles of the banister.
"I was going to ask you the same thing! Maybe it was my daughter peeking at us."
I called my daughter. As we waited for my daughter to appear at the top of the stairs I turned to the coven mate who had been talking about the documentary. "Did you see it, too?"
"I didn’t see a face. I saw little legs run up the stairs."
This was the first time the little boy physically manifested himself to multiple people at the same time. Amazing! But I had to be sure it hadn’t been my daughter. My daughter came bouncing half way down the stair case and as soon as we could see her on the stairs we all knew it hadn’t been her.
"Did you peek at us a few minutes ago?" I asked.
"What?" she was confused.
"Did you peek at us while we were talking?"
"No, Mommy. I was watching a movie in your room," she answered, "Can I go back now?"
I nodded and she ran off.
"It wasn’t her.”
It clearly wasn’t. Our young spirit friend had been peeking between the spindles of the staircase smiling at us. And when we had spotted him he had run upstairs.
The week prior I had opened the door to the mudroom where we keep our recycling bin as I had a few items to place in it and when I had opened the door that same boy was standing right in front of me. He only appeared for a few seconds; when I blinked he had disappeared. I wasn’t afraid. I knew who he was. And I remember smiling and saying aloud, ‘Hey there sweetie.’