I have many ghost stories to tell, so I'll start with the first one.
This is the story of the time I saw the boy in the tree.
I was about 8 years old, and my family took a trip from Texas to Mexico to visit my Grandpa. He lived with the housekeeper in the slums of Mexico.
The days visiting were fun as a child until I woke up in the middle of the night on my cot "bed." I was kind of scared because it was dark in the cold cement house, but I had the need to find my older brother about age 15 hanging out with his cool cousin around the corner. I looked up to my brother, and I wanted to go find him to hang out with him. I walk through the 1 hallway to the front door and walk outside. I'm standing on the sidewalk, and there is a road that runs left to right, and I remembered my brother would always hang out on the left corner with my cousin and his friends.
So I look to the left down the road, and I don't see my brother there. Its really quiet and no one is out tonight and it is very dark, only the corner lamppost has light. I look to the right in front of my grandpa's house where a small tree is on the sidewalk that has no leaves. I see a glowing white young boy maybe 4 or 5 sitting on the tree branch with one of his legs hanging, and hes playing with a yo-yo. He doesn't look at me but is still playing with his yo-yo when I run back into my grandpa's house to the room I was sleeping in earlier. Its late and everyone is asleep, so I laid down on my cot and went to bed. The freaky thing is that I slept by the window where just outside is the small tree.
The next morning, I tell my mom what I saw, who then tells my dad. My dad tells me that a boy died when he was playing with his yoyo, and fell off on the sidewalk.