I was about 14 or 15 and I was cleaning the back porch I was the only one home, so I had the music up and was just going about cleaning. I had left and come back many times to throw out the garbage that had been stacking up all winter. On one of trips onto the porch I spotted a little boy sitting on one of the boxes, he was dressed in tan pants and a red flannel button up tucked in. He was sitting very proper. My first reaction was to quickly turn around and take it all in, I wasn't scarred but startled. I knew I was the only one home so I was not expecting to see anyone, specially not someone I had never seen before. After a few second pause I quickly turned around hoping that it would still be there. But when I turned there was nothing there but the boxes and garbage that I had been instructed to take out. I cleaned the rest of the porch a little eery that I might see something else. But nothing else was seen, or happened. Although it was for only a few quick seconds, I knew it was something I couldn't explain another way then it being a ghost of some kind. No words were exchanged but just from that I became a believer. And will always believe that their are spirits and ghosts around us.
4 comments:
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O_o... very cool story... short but to the bone...its real... ???
i live something like that... its scary...
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