This all started when I was looking for a house to move into this past December. I had looked at a couple alone, but I wanted to bring my son who is 2 yrs. old with me. I wanted to make sure he liked the place so it would make my life easier. Well, we came to this house and at first, my son would not even come through the door. I thought it was because the landlord came and opened it and my son didn't know the man. When we went into the house, you could tell it was built around the 1920's. It's a pretty nice house and all. Little old, needs some work.But it was okay.

At that point, my son takes off running up and down the hallway. Back and forth from one room to another. Starts going through the cabinets, drawers, closets, everything. Just like he'd been here before. So I tell the man it looks like he likes it but I'll have to see before I can sign a lease.
All the way home my son talked and talked about "Cowboy". Well, that is what we call one of my brothers also, so we thought he was just anxious to see him. The next day he gets out of bed and says, "We go we house Momma. See Cowboy! Come on. Go we house! Peassssseeeeee Momma?"

I was not sure what he was talking about. Well, two days later he was still asking about "we house" and "cowboy". Then I found out that I could get the house. So we came back to sign the lease and get the final paperwork done. My son wanted to stay in the house that night. He did not want to leave. He threw a fit like I had never seen before over leaving.

For the first two weeks, I had to drive over almost every day to clean the house. It wasn't nasty or anything, I just wanted to wash walls and the likes. So I would bring my son. I noticed he would jabber like he was playing with someone. Then I notice him standing at the window waving and saying, "Bye Cowboy. Come back see me. Lub you Cowboy." So I figured he must have seen a spirit here.

This has been going on for almost a month now. And I'll ask from time to time if Cowboy is here. My son will say yes sometimes, sometimes he'll say no, and every once in awhile he'll shrug and go through the house calling for him and come back to answer me yes or no. Well, today as I was doing dishes, I saw a small child, a boy, run into the kitchen out of the corner of my left eye. I thought it was my son but the sun coming in the window was what made his hair look blonde instead of red like his is. So I turned to my right because he always comes around me tugging on my pants as a game. But there was no tug and nobody standing beside me. So I looked back to my left. Still nobody. I turned completely around to look behind me. Nobody. I went to the kitchen doorway and saw my son watching tv. Completely absorbed in Jungle Book, so it couldn't have been him. Well, I wasn't sure what was going on at first, but then I thought it must have been Cowboy I had seen.

When I got ready to fix lunch for my son, I pulled him into my lap and asked him, "Is Cowboy here with us today?" He answered, "Yes." I said, "Would Cowboy like to eat lunch with you today?" He said, "Ew eat ish me Cowboy?" Then looked at me and said, "Cowboy eat ish me Momma." I said, "Okay then. Does Cowboy eat chicky nuggets like you do?" My son said, "Ew eat chicky nuggs Cowboy?" Then answers me with another yes. So I put a few extra nuggets on the cookie sheet for Cowboy. When I put them on the plate to put on the table to divide out between the three of us, my son take the entire plate and says, "Thank you Momma. Me and Cowboy eat now." The only nuggets gone were the ones my son ate, but he and Cowboy sat in the living room and ate without me.

Now I've noticed things going on with the gas wall heater we have in the back of the house that heats the bedrooms. Sometimes the flame will flicker like its going out when I pass. Sometimes me passing doesn't bother it. Sometimes it will flicker without anyone being near it. So I just figured drafts until I got plastic up over all my windows and got padding around the doors.

The plastic on my son's bedroom windows came loose from sweating. It was the kind you use a hair dryer on. So tonight when I went to close off his bedroom, because we're sleeping in my room, I took a minute to talk to Cowboy myself. I know this sounds stupid, but I said, "Okay Cowboy... I don't want you to think I'm trying to lock you up in here alone and cold. But I'm closing off this room until I get new plastic for the windows. You are welcome to come get in to bed with us if you want. But if you don't want to, the heater for the water bed is on and there are plenty of covers on the bed. I'll leave the closet door open so you can get the toys out easily. I'll leave the light on in the fish tank for you to see by too. Now, you decide where you're sleeping and I'll give you a minute to get out the door if you're coming with us."

Well, when I closed the door, the flame flickered on the heater. It sits between my room and my son's at the end of the hallway. So I figured Cowboy came out with me. When my son fell asleep, I went to my room to turn the electric blanket on to warm the bed for him before putting him in. I passed the heater, but it did not flicker. I gave it about 15 minutes. and took my son back to the bed. I asked Cowboy to come on and get in bed with him then. When we passed the heater, it flickered. I tucked my son in, then I held the covers for Cowboy to get in beside him. When I came out and passed the heater, there was no flickering.

Now, I am guessing Cowboy must have lived here at one time and has befriended my son. I could have gotten a much nicer house for $25 extra a month, but my son didn't like it like he does this one. So, as far as I know it is the three of us living here. Everything is going good so I won't complain or try to get Cowboy out. As long as he doesn't harm my son and isn't mean to him, Cowboy and any other spirit that wishes, are welcome to live with us. As long as they remember not to hurt my son or get nasty with him I will not do anything to try to make them leave.