“I had just moved into a new house with my family. All our furniture was set up, but most of the house was still in boxes. My husband and I had been up late getting as much done as we could before he had to work the next day. As a military wife, I’m used to being alone most of the time with my two sons (ages four and six at the time). Over the years, I’ve become really good at telling the difference between something freaky that’s not real and a random noise in the house and that is real. I don’t easily scare and can keep a logical, level head.
On that night though, as I tried to fall sleep, I heard a little boy’s voice right next to my ear say, clear as day, ‘Mommy, I’m cold.’
‘Okay, let’s get you back in bed,’ I said, getting out of bed and walking toward the door.
My husband sat up in bed and asked me what I was doing. I almost said, ‘Putting (son) to bed,’ when I looked around and saw that neither of my sons was in the room, and my bedroom door was still closed. I opened the door and peeked into my boys’ shared room. They were both sound asleep in bed.
I crawled back in bed and told my husband what I heard. He said I was probably dreaming, but it was one of those situations where I KNOW what happened, and I KNOW it was a real, audible voice. I’m a Christian and believe that all spirits go somewhere. They don’t hang around on Earth. But in the back of my head, I still think that some little kid just wanted a love and comfort from a mom.” – Reader Submission