Over the past years we have
received various accounts from parents about strange
visitation incidents reported by their small children.
The initial reaction is to very simply brush these
disturbing stories off as "dreams" or nightmares. When
they persist in the telling, then the parents have to
seek and confront another explanation and one which they
would prefer not to face and rather ignore.
Not only are they
reluctant to discuss these ongoing events but at the
same time anxious to find a "quick fix”. When the
opportunity arrives where they can openly talk about
this topic knowing that they aren’t going to be laughed
at, then its with a great sense of relief.
It is equally
important to note that not all these parents are "in the
dark" regarding what is being described by their
offspring. In some cases a parent is only too well aware
of what he or she is hearing. The simple reason being
that they have already been that route many years
before. The parent has a finely honed sense of awareness
of all the "visitor" details. Ironically I have actually
come across cases where one partner won't tell the
other, simply because they know he or she won't believe
it, or alternatively will seek to rationalize the events
as the child’s over-active imagination. But one thing is
certain, the parent who has been, or as often the case,
is still involved, will without question be furious that
their son or daughter is to be now subjected to what
they themselves had to endure for so many years.
Often, the manner in
which they describe these bedroom intruders is anything
but complimentary and not fit for repeating in mixed
The child may report
his nocturnal visitor in a variety of ways. As a "pink
lady", clown, old man, grandpa, children, or the
"monster" who emerges from the closet. One couple who
spoke to me described hearing, on their intercom
monitor, their child laughing and chattering to someone
after settling him down for the night. On investigating
it was to see their son standing in his crib apparently
happily conversing with someone or something that was
not visible to them. Another time a small boy was
watching television with his parents when an "alien"
image appeared on the show that was being watched.
Without further prompting the youngster pointed to the
face and casually remarked to his parents that was the
"doctor" who came to visit him in bed at night!
Having provided an introductory background to what seems
to be an only too common event, then the following
reported conversation that recently came to our
attention will serve to underscore what may well be far
more prevalent than we are generally prepared to either
acknowledge or recognize the full extent of .
this morning Robert awoke screaming. I raced into his
room. When I got to him and held him he was shaking and
crying. I asked what was wrong and he told me the
Dad. What happened?
Robert. The shadow man came back.
D. Was he alone?
R. No my friends were with me.
D. Your old friends or your new
R. My new ones.
D. Your new ones. What did they
R. Yes, bats.
D. Do you like your new friends?
R. Yes, but not the big man.
D. Was there anyone else there?
D. Why wasn’t Rover barking?
R. We were outside.
D. You were outside?
D. Where were Mom and I?
R. In the kitchen.
D. Are you sure, or are you trying
to piece it together?
R. I'm trying to piece it together.
D. Where did you go outside?
R. To the bad man’s house.
D. Where is the bad mans house?
R. There. (pointing out the window to the sky).
D. How did you get there? (to bad
R. I don't know, I was scared.
D. What happened then?
R. I don't know, I ran away.
D. You ran away? From whom?
R. The bad man.
D. Where did you run to?
R. I don't know, away.
D. How did you get back here?
R. My friends brought me.
D. Your friends? Your old ones or
your new ones?
R. My new friends.
D. Did your new friends say
anything to you?
D. What did they say?
R. They had to take me home quickly 'cause they
had to kill the bad man.
D. How did your friends bring you
R. From there. (pointing out the window)
D. Was the bad man with them?
R. No. My friends took me away from him.
D. Its O.K. I believe you, and I
know what’s going on. Trust me the bad man is gone
R. Yes, (matter of factly) my friends killed him.
D. How big are your friends? Are
they big like me and mom, or are they small like you?
R. They're small like me.
D. What about the bad man?
R. He was big. He's scary.
morning Robert was still talking about last night, and
also complaining that the back of his neck right at the
base of the skull is hurting. Although I examined it, I
am unable to find any signs or damage.”
“Robert also said he had a funny taste in his mouth.
(Metallic, like I have experienced?)”
(N.B.) Robert is three and this is only one of a number
of such events. His father readily admits to a lifetime
Names have been changed to conceal the identity of the