That Damn IKEA Tent

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Now let's fast forward to when Mey is two in November of 2015

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Now let's fast forward to when Mey is two in November of 2015.

Mey is now talking with broken, albeit full sentences.

This day I remember clearly because it was the first time my daughter ever actually told me something was there.

I was reading a magazine on the couch while Mey played with her toys on the floor. We had gotten her a tent from IKEA that looked like a castle. She loved it.

Mey would run in and out with her toys. She would sing and laugh and, I assumed, played pretend with herself.

One night, my husband had already left for the weekend because he had a fishing trip with his fishing club. It was raining so when he got to his cabin he facetimed me to make sure we were both ok.

He asked me if I was ok being alone with Mey. We had just found out I was pregnant with our second child and since Mey was a life-threatening pregnancy he was really worried. He asked me if I wanted him to send over his brother to stay with me but I said no. We had just moved into a new place and I was happy here even if I was alone for the night.

He left it alone and went to sleep. I went back to reading my magazine.
Suddenly Mey comes out the tent laughing. She put a blanket on the floor and sat on it with a few toys.

She was pretending to be playing with someone, like sharing toys and explaining how one toy worked. I thought it was something normal since she was only two.

Then, suddenly, she turned to me.

"Mommy wait go back!" she said. I had just turned the page in my magazine when she said it.

"Why?" I asked her. There was no way she saw what was on the page before she wasn't even looking at me when I turned the page.

"The lady wants to see it."

"What lady?" I asked thinking she meant like the lady on the last page and she wanted to see her.

"The little boy's mommy." she laughed. "We are playing."

I froze.

Mey was playing alone.

After that night, things got weirder and weirder. Most of them seemed to center around that damn IKEA tent. 

One time, I walked by while she was playing inside the tent. I heard her laughing while whispering "Don't tell Mommy! Don't tell Mommy!" I would look through the small mesh window at the top and would see she was alone in there.

Another time Mey was right out screaming to the tent shouting: "Get out! I don't want to play with you anymore!" she got so mad that she knocked it over. 

One that really scared me was when she came out the tent very angry one night. 

"Mommy, I don't want to play with my friend anymore." She told me.

"What friend?" I asked and was happy that my husband was there to witness this. He never believed me when I told him what happened. 

"(She said a name but it was sort of unintelligible  but sounded like LION.) He isn't my friend anymore. Tell him to go home with his mommy."  She pointed at the tent. I sent a look over to my husband. 

"I told you!" I hissed. He just raised his eyebrow at me and went over to our daughter. 

"Mey, why don't you want to play with your friend anymore?" He asked her.

"'Cause he wants to only play in the castle and I don't want to play in the castle." Mey answered. 

"Well, then don't play in the castle. Play with me!"

"Ok Daddy!" Mey yelled and then they went outside, leaving me alone with the damn IKEA tent! 

I stared at it for a long time before one of the light up toys inside the tent that Mey had went off and started making noises. I jumped off the couch and ran outside. I told my husband what happened and he just laughed. LAUGHED. 

But the final straw with the IKEA tent was after my son was born. My son Kai was about six months old and he also loved the tent. 

I would put them both in the "garden" as Mey loved to call the play-yard, and they would play for hours

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I would put them both in the "garden" as Mey loved to call the play-yard, and they would play for hours. 

One night, Mey had put Kai on a blanket and began dragging him towards the "garden". I stopped her right away.

"Mey what are you doing with Kai?" I asked her picking up Kai. 

"I was taking him to the garden." she answered. 

"We can't play in the garden right now, it's almost dinner time and we need to get ready to eat."

"But--but my friend said, my friend said he wanted to see Kai for a little while!" she told me and she got really upset about it.

"What friend, Mey?" I asked with dread. And I knew. I KNEW she was going to say something about the damn IKEA tent!

"Lion." she said pointing to the tent. I felt weak and also angry at the same time. I put Kai on the ground and told Mey to say goodbye to "Lion" and that she wasn't allowed to play with him anymore. 

I then went into the garden and took apart the tent. Mey cried and said she didn't me to throw away her "castle" but  I had it with the damn tent and it had to go.

I took it outside and put it next to the trash. 

Sadly, my husband came home from work and saw it next to the garbage and brought it back inside. He told me throwing it away was like throwing away money. He told me I could only get rid of it if I could sell it. We fought about it and he ending up winning. 

So now I still have a damn IKEA tent folded up, and shoved in the linen closet.

Fancy buying a haunted IKEA tent anyone?

The good news is, Mey never mentioned "Lion" again. 

Now, she mentioned...other friends. 

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