so in my old house there was common sitings of these three children. there was an older girl who kinda just stayed at the end of my hallway near my grandmas room. there was an even littler girl (about toddlerish-to early childhood) who stayed by my sliding glass door mostly and then there was a little boy who stayed in the kitchen area which is where my room was. my room wasnt apart of the original floor plan. it wasnt supposed to be there. now, nobody ever said anything about that room. it was originally my aunts and then my grandmas friends. and it was fine. nothing weird happened. but when i moved in there at 8 i started noticing some weird fucking shit. for one, my door used to open and close by itself. c o n s t a n t l y. even when i used to put something infront of it to keep it open, itd somehow close. and id watch it. no one was there.
so that was fun. but that was it. things moved, the door opened and closed, and whatever else. i got used to it.
and then when i was 14, i started making friends who thoughr i was interesting enough to spend the night and amongst them there was this boy named kody.
and kody told me priorly that he could see ghost. so like cool.
so i was 14, sitting on my bed goofily talking to kody and all of a sudden i saw this flash out of the corner of my eye on my tv and then out of nowhere kody started screaming.
like high pitch terror filled scream.
i quickly asked what was wrong and he told me he had seen a face in my tv. so i quickly got up and covered the tv and sat back down.
and he was fine. we started talking again to kinda ease the tension and i mentioned how weird stuff happened all the time and then a book came fucking flying off my shelf out of no wheeeere. just. my shelf was this wire kind of shelf 10 feet away and this mother fucking book landed in the middle of my floor. it didnt just fall. it was thrown.
so i got up and put it back.
and again. it was fine.
we ignored it. ignoring it seemed like it made it easier to handle. and we started talking about something else.
and then kody slowly turned his head towards my door and he asked me if i saw what he saw.
just thinking my door had closed on it own like it usually did, i quickly glanced over and it was still open. so i asked kody, âsee what?â
and kody replied, âthe little boy standing in your doorway.â
and i told him i didnt. that i couldnt see him and i asked him what he was doing.
and kody said that he was just watching me. like, he was just standing there watching me. and then all of a sudden he started moving forward.
and apparently the little boy had walked from my door to the middle of my floor, and then he turned to the wall that wasnt in the orignal floor plan and he walked out. just left.
i never told kody about how my room was an add on, so i got up, closed my door and just watched kody as he stared off at my wall. then he told me what the little boy looked like and like. cool. he was really pale, almost so pale kody couldnt make out his face. he was bald, he wore a baseball cap and a red flannel.
i never told anyone about it. kinda just let what kody saw sink into my head. and then i left for a few months to stay with my aunt. and i kinda forgot.
then when i got home i got told how my door liked opening and slamming on its own while my family was eating or in the living room. and i even got told how my brother had made a new friend in my house named nicholas.
eddies autistic, he talks about things like that all the time so i didnt really think much of it until he told me what the little boy looked like.
he told me that nicholas didnt have any hair and he always wore a hat like my dad. (baseball cap). and how he was reaaaaalllly white and eddie thought it was funny because it was like he was glowing. and then he told me how nicholas was wearing a red shirt like a lumberjack.
and he said that nicholas had liked me, and he would always ask him where i was.
and like. yeah. that was fun. two different people saw the same little boy in my room on different occasions and just yeah.