Last nite I couldn't sleep. My son kept coming in my room standing over me as I slept. It was the creepiest thing I ever experienced. I asked him what he was doing and he left. Later on he came back and I saw him at the door. I yelled out his name and he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door. Then I stood up at the door, with the light off and he started to come back. He was startled. He always had a pad and pen in his hand. Then I propped the dog cage against the door. He came back, and I yelled out his name to go to bed. During the morning I asked him why he kept coming to my room. He said he wanted to write down some answers to the family secret. But earlier he said I was trying to sabotage him. I was so frightened. As I write this, I want to throw up. I am fighting for him but I feel like I'm losing the battle.