It all started a month after the birth of the child. Probably all children are looking at the ceiling at one point. One gets the impression that they are looking at something specific. I did not attach any importance to this. Well, you never know how children fall asleep, who are only a month old.
Although I must admit that a couple of times I myself looked at the ceiling at the point where the child was staring. There was nothing there … Only the ceiling.
Now the child is almost a year and a half, and he continues to stare at the ceiling before falling asleep. Recently I began to babble. He utters something indistinct, but even now it is clear to everything dangerous he says "tra-tt-ta". This is not to be confused with anything. He somehow burned his hand on the hot kettle a little, so now he calls the kettle, and all hot objects are "tra-tt-ta". He pricked himself on a thorny bush on the street, so now all the thorns are "tra-tt-ta" for him. Everything dangerous and bad is the same "tra-tt-ta".
Yesterday we fell asleep with the child, and he looks at the ceiling, points at some point with his finger and says loudly "tra-tt-ta". At that moment, I had goosebumps running down my spine with fear. I quickly turned my gaze to where the child was pointing. There was a black spot on the ceiling in the corner that instantly dissolved. The spot looked more like someone's shadow.
I grabbed the child and ran out of the room. I called my husband. Naturally, nothing was found in the room. And okay, if this shadow appeared thanks to street lighting, but we have thick fabric blinds. Light does not pass through them.
A day later, history repeated itself. The child again pointed his finger to the same corner and said his phrase "tra-tt-ta". I can only see with peripheral vision that the black spot in the corner seems to move, and then slowly disappears.
From that moment on, I'm afraid to go into the room after sunset.
We temporarily moved with the child to sleep in another room. In it, the child did not see anything on the ceiling. I do not know what it is? I have already rummaged through the entire Internet, already went to the priest, even turned to one grandma. Scary to horror. Sell the apartment at least.
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Author: Polina