Paranormal | Our Son

Paranormal | Our Son Part I

I'm Isaac. Isaac Hendrikson. I live here in Spokane Washington with my wife, Jennie and my son, Allan. Now there's a reason I'm writing this. It sounds like a happy story so far, right? Well, I wish it were just a happy story. Now, it's about our son, Allan. He's a seven year old with a big heart. Well, he used to. Around a month ago, Allan was diagnosed with psychosis. This means he hallucinates things. At first, well, it started out with minor things. Such as seeing spiders on the walls when there weren't any, and seeing shadows being casted on the floor of his bedroom. 

However, recently they've been getting a little worse. Sometimes he screams in the middle of the night, saying that a person was watching him from his bedroom window. Allan is young, and because he's young, he doesn't understand that he has psychosis. I try telling him, in a simpler way. Such as telling him he's special and his imagination makes him see things that aren't there. Unfortunately he just doesn't understand. Well, that's enough talk, here's the case.

"Allan, come on, it's time for bed, buddy," I call up the stairs. 

Allan comes running down, into my arms. 

"But- daddy I don't wanna," he said in a little voice.

I ducked down to his height, "Son, it's okay. I know you're scared but it's just your imagination. There's nothing to worry about, okay?"

Allan nodded with big worried blue eyes. I stroked his soft brown hair and kissed his freckle filled face.

"Want me to go up with you?" I ask.

"Yes please," he says, almost whispering. 

I pick him up, and begin walking up the carpeted stairs. I pass the bathroom, and make it to his door. Opening it, I walk in and lay Allan down. 

"I love you, Allan," I whisper, kissing his forehead yet again.

"Love you too daddy," Allan whispers back.

I turn on his nightlight and exit the room. Walking back down the stairs, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Our house is very nice. Me and my wife have great paying jobs. We're not rich by any means but we're very comfortable. She works at 9 AM to 9 PM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I work the same hours on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. So we still both get to see Allan, and each other. 

I warmed up some nachos and waited for Jennie to get home. It was 8:57. She should be home in twenty minutes. I turned on the TV and watched a show. 

Jennie was, you could say, gorgeous. She had smooth blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. Her skin is perfect, and she hardly wears any makeup or jewelry. My kinda gal. She was shorter than me, I am around six feet tall, she being five six. I dunno how she even wanted me. I'm not ugly, but I am definitely not a gem like Jennie is. I have black hair, and blue eyes, some freckles on my nose and under my eyes. Gotta decent jawline. I'm a decent build. Anyhow, I just don't deserve her is what I'm saying.

It seemed like hours before Jennie arrived back home. I jumped off the couch and grabbed her, spinning her around. She laughed and hugged me back. I set her down and kissed her perfect lips. 

"How was work, honey?" I say, helping her put her work stuff away.

"It was, well, work," she replied with a laugh.

"Intriguing," I joke. 

We walk past the kitchen into our room. Jennie changes out of her office clothes into pajamas, and I lay down. She lays down next to me. I turn on the TV, and keep it quiet so we can fall asleep to it. I hold Jennie tightly.

"I missed you today," I whisper in her ear.

"I missed you more," Jennie says, laying her head on my chest.

"Not possible," I chuckle.

"Yes it is, you dork."

"Goodnight, babe," I say.

"Goodnight, hun," she replies, before closing her eyes.

I do the same, and before I know it, I drift down to the world of sleep. 

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I am awoken by a shriek from upstairs. Jennie and I both jump up at the same time. I tumble out of bed, and sprint through the kitchen. I run up the stairs as fast as possible. I burst in through Allan's bedroom door. He was sitting, curled up in a ball on his bed. I sighed, knowing it was just his psychosis. I walk in and Jennie comes in soon after me. We sit down on his bed and hold him close.

"You okay buddy-"

"S- someone tried to h- hurt me!" Allan interrupts. He is moved to sobs and cries in my chest.

"Baby it's okay... It's just your imagination remember?" Jennie says, stroking Allan's hair. 

Allan looks up at us with his eyes wide open.

"He said his name was Albert."

I feel chills go up my spine like a spider crawling up my back. 

"It... spoke?" I ask confusedly.

"Y- yes. He said his name was Albert, and that he lived under my bed," Allan replies, wiping away tears.

Just to be safe, I look underneath Allan's bed. Nothing but carpet and a few stuffed animals. I stand up and sit back down on the bed.

"You wanna sleep with us tonight, son?" Jennie says, hugging him.

"Yes, please."

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We settle down in our bedroom, with Allan in between us. We hug him like a bird covers her eggs. Allan sighs a breath of relief, and drifts off. Me and Jennie just stare at each other, wonder what the heck just happened. Hallucinations shouldn't be able to talk, should they?

"Is Allan going to be okay, Isaac?" Jennie says, stroking Allan's hair.

"I think so," I reply with uncertainty.

Jennie gave me a look of worry.

"Will he need a therapist?" she asks.

"What? At the age of seven? I dunno, Jennie. He is just hallucinating. There's nothing they can do about a disorder," I reply.

"Oh, okay. Goodnight, Isaac," Jennie says, closing her eyes.

"Goodnight, Jennie."