Negative Attention

Over the years, my family and I have experienced things that could be considered "paranormal activity." Most of these have centered about my younger brother and my mother. For the longest time I just brushed it off as coincidence. But recent events have gotten me second guessing myself.

A few months ago, the hinges on my brother's door seemed to have slipped out of place. At first, we didn't think much of it. We live in an old house, and things are found to fall apart occasionally. But looking at how the hinge came off made us think. For it to have come off the way it did, someone would have had to push the door up and manually unhinge it. We knew it wasn't my brother because he had been at the park all day. It wasn't my mom because she was downstairs watching TV. And it wasn't me or my dad because we were out shopping.

Days later, I was watching a movie downstairs with my parents when my brother came running down the stairs. He was freaking out because a huge spider was in his room, and he's terrified of spiders and insects. Normally we wouldn't think much of this. However, we had just had an exterminator over to take care of our insect problem a week prior. But to keep my brother from flipping his shit, we just picked the thing up with a Klenex and flushed it.

Things kept happening to my brother over the following weeks. Every time, the happening got more and more dangerous. He even nearly fell down the stairs, and said it felt like someone tried to trip him.

But after a little while, it stopped. I was glad my brother was safe again. Yet I felt like whatever, or whoever, was trying to hurt my brother was still around.

After two weeks without an occurance, my mother made a passing joke. "Maybe Jordan got bored." Confused, I asked her who Jordan was. Though she was hesitant to tell me at first, she finally let out a sigh and told me the story.

When I was two years old, my mom became pregnant with her second child. She and dad were excited to have another child, and a boy no less. I was still very young, so I didn't know my mom was even pregnant. They weren't sure what his name would be at the time, but my mom wanted to name him Jordan.

He was a miscarriage.

His loss tore my parents up inside, and it took them a long time to recover from the loss. I had no idea why they seemed so sad back then. But looking back now, their actions make so much more sense. Luckily, a couple years later, my mom was able to give birth to my brother and Jordan was seemingly forgotten as the time passed. Yet there were times where we've heard the voice of a child or something seemed to have been moved when no one was around to move it. Small things that a child may do for attention.

But after what happened these past months, I don't think attention is the only thing Jordan is after anymore.