November 16, 2004
Jimmy and Jacob's War Games
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Linda Dix, Toledo, Ohio, summer/fall of 1997,
info@ghostvillage.com
When my grandson Jacob was about 4 years old we had just returned
from a trip to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania -- one of our favorite haunts.
We had bought him a set of Civil War plastic army men. He enjoyed
setting up the Blue and the Grey men on the coffee table and would play
for hours on end.
As all little boys do, he would talk and make war sounds as he played
and knock the soldiers down in mock battle. One evening as my husband
J.R. and I were watching TV, Jacob set out his army men and prepared for
another battle. He was at one end of the coffee table and appeared to be
talking to someone at the other end of the table. We assumed it was
imagination and continued to watch our program. However the movement on
the coffee table caught our attention -- we stared in wonder. As Jacob
would move his men toward the opposite end of the table, the pieces at
the other end would move in counter attack! Jacob kept talking to the
other end of the table as if playing with someone we could not see. We
sat there transfixed watching him in mock battle moving his pieces
forward, some falling down as make believe cannons would go off, and
then at the other end of the table the same process was occurring. Just
as if someone was matching his war games with him. We looked at each
other, finally admitting we were seeing the same thing, we asked Jacob
who he was playing with. He answered, "The boy." We asked, "What boy?"
Jacob turned around a little irritated with the two of us and answered,
"The little boy right there!" As he pointed his finger to the other end
of the table. He sighed, thinking grandpa and grandma were blind not to
see the boy, and they continued to play their war games.
Ever since Jacob was about 18 months old, he would point and say
the
boy, but until this night we never saw anything move about on their
own before. He would always be playing and talking with someone, but
this was the first time we saw evidence that this was a spirit, not an
imaginary friend. As he got older we found out the little boy's name was
Jimmy, and like the other spirits in our home, he was attached to it.
Now that Jacob is 11, he remembers playing with Jimmy, but unfortunately he
no longer can see him like he did when he was little. It is a shame that
as we get older spirits gets more impossible to see.
