At first I didn't but now I do. When we moved into our new apartment everything was fine and good for the first 4 or 5 months. Then one night I noticed about 45 minutes after I put my son to bed he would be giggling and talking. I paid it no mind until he started saying that he wants to play with Travis. I asked him who is Travis? Is he one of your friends? He says, yes mommy he's in your room can we play with him? I started freaking out but was trying to keep it together, so I go in my room and no one was there. Ds comes running in saying, mommy come on let's play. I say, honey no one is in here but me and you. He says, he's right there....pointing at the air. I just grab my son by the arm, pull him out the room, shut the door, go in the living room and turn on the TV.
Several weeks go by and he eventually stops asking for Travis. I go to my aunt in-law's house and we're sitting down chit chatting and we started talking about things like angels, demons, spirits, and things like that. I tell her the story about Travis and she says to me, we all have been wondering who Travis is. I said what do you mean? She says, he used to always ask to play with a guy named Travis. When we ask who and where he is, he would point to an empty chair or to the air. I freaked out because to me that meant he was following my son.
I tell her, he stopped asking about him a while ago. She says that she went to the church and prayed that Travis would leave him alone.
Now I believe in those kind of things.