A Personal Experience By Crissy W.

I used to live in an old house, my mother and grandmother lived there. One night when I woke up in the middle of the night I looked by my door and there is a boy standing at the door. He looked about 4 or 5 years old. I got out of bed to walk up to him but he disappeared. Then as I walked back, he reappeared. So then I put the covers over my head. When I pulled them down he was gone. The next day I found out from my mother that a little boy died there. In ever slept in that room again.