Post by cindy on Nov 10, 2007 23:06:06 GMT -6
When I was 13 years old my family was moving to a new home in Enterprise, AL. I stayed at the new home while they had gone back to get more furniture. I was sitting in the living room out of the corner of my eyes I saw what seemed to be a little boy run from my room to what would be my brothers room.
I jumped up and went out side until my parents came home, I told my mother that I didn't want to live in that house I wanted to stay with my grandmother. I never told her what I had seen , I thought she would not believe me.
I saw the same figure several times from then on, I finally got use to the fact that I was not crazy, and it never tried to hurt me,so why let it bother me.
Five years later my mother was standing at my bedroom door talking to me, when she started to leave she stopped dead in her tracks. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't want to tell me, she kept saying nothing. I asked her one more time and she said "I think I just saw a little boy run from your room into your brothers room". At that point I felt relived for five years I had felt I was going crazy, I was the only one who had ever saw him. I told her about all the times I had seen the same thing but was afraid to tell anyone because of what they would think of me. At that point she asked me when we moved into this house and you met us outside and didn't want to live here was that the reason? I told her yes and it took awhile to come to terms with it but it didn't seem to mean any harm so over time I came to grips with it.
After that I did some research on the house and found out indeed a small boy had died in the house some 10 years before we moved in.
I still to this day have the question why was I the only one to see him, it took 5 years later before anyone else came in contact with him.
If anyone has any answers that could help me with that question I would be greatly appreciate it.
I jumped up and went out side until my parents came home, I told my mother that I didn't want to live in that house I wanted to stay with my grandmother. I never told her what I had seen , I thought she would not believe me.
I saw the same figure several times from then on, I finally got use to the fact that I was not crazy, and it never tried to hurt me,so why let it bother me.
Five years later my mother was standing at my bedroom door talking to me, when she started to leave she stopped dead in her tracks. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't want to tell me, she kept saying nothing. I asked her one more time and she said "I think I just saw a little boy run from your room into your brothers room". At that point I felt relived for five years I had felt I was going crazy, I was the only one who had ever saw him. I told her about all the times I had seen the same thing but was afraid to tell anyone because of what they would think of me. At that point she asked me when we moved into this house and you met us outside and didn't want to live here was that the reason? I told her yes and it took awhile to come to terms with it but it didn't seem to mean any harm so over time I came to grips with it.
After that I did some research on the house and found out indeed a small boy had died in the house some 10 years before we moved in.
I still to this day have the question why was I the only one to see him, it took 5 years later before anyone else came in contact with him.
If anyone has any answers that could help me with that question I would be greatly appreciate it.