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Little Boy Blue!

This happened in 1993, in Minneapolis, Minnesota.  I was in 11th grade, getting ready to cheer for the first time at the big homecoming football game.   I was getting ready at a friends house. She was upstairs making some goulash to eat. I was in her bedroom in the basement. When you enter the basement, you first go into a family room.  There is a pool table room ahead of you; off to the right is the laundry room.  My friend's room is next to a small bathroom at the end of the laundry room.

I was sitting in front of the mirror curling my hair, when in the doorway along the same wall as the mirror, I saw a little boy peeking around the door at me in the corner of my eye.  I thought it was my friend's little brother Sam.  I said, "Sam, knock it off."  This happened four more times, with my telling Sam to leave me alone.  After the fifth time I became concerned about seeing this, and I ran out and looked in all of the other rooms, but didn't find Sam.

So I ran upstairs to see if Sam was there. I asked my friend where he was, and she said Sam was watching TV. I asked if he has been there the whole time and she said yes. I started trembling because I knew that what I had seen wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me. The ghost looked like he was glowing and the only color I could really make out were these amazing blue eyes.

I told my friend that I wouldn't go back down there until she came with me. So she brought her goulash downstairs so I could finish getting ready. I was almost all done when I saw the little boy again. This time I stood there for awhile just looking. He then vanished. I got really scared again and sat down on her bed. My friend started yelling at me to "Get up!  Get up!" I had sat in her plate of goulash! It was all over my cheerleading uniform, and I had to be at the game in less than an hour!

...I never saw the little boy again....

-Melisa-


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