I've always believed in the paranormal. My mother on the other hand, would never believe me when I would tell her things like "there's a woman who would always appear at the end of my bed" or "I could always hear someone laughing whenever I shower". She would always, always dismissed all these things saying I've watched too many horror movies etc etc.
One time she was working on a case, and I told her I just saw a boy standing outside the living room's window when I was making my bed (I was sleeping in the living room at that time coz I was too scared to sleep on my own room, weird LOL) I told her everything from the boy's hair length, color, skin tone and height. The one thing I couldn't describe was the boy's face. It was just so messed up. I even told her I felt so much anger and anguish when I saw him.
I was expecting from her to tell me that "that's what you get for watching too many movies" and stuff like that but she then told me about the case she was working on. She normally doesn't do this cause there's a confidentiality in the discussion of a case and I'm still young to hear about these stuffs, but maybe I surprised her. The case was about a boy who was hit by a car and died. I should be scared because I just probably saw that boy's ghost but I was like "now do you believe me? " and she was just nodding her head. To cut the story short, they got the idiot driver who killed the young boy and the case was closed.
After that, I've never seen the boy again. Hopefully he had found peace and moved on to the other side. Thanks for reading my story and more powers to YGS!
That's terrible! I'm glad they caught the person who killed him.
How old were you when this happened? I believe that I would have been traumatized if I had seen the boy. Probably even more so at the age that I am now.
When you say that his face was messed up, do you mean to say it looked like he had been hurt or did you mean that his face was messed up in some other way?
Was it already dark outside?
I would like to add that I always smile when I hear or read that someone's mother or father finally admits to believing them.
Thank you for sharing your story, Maria ❤