Texas is a big place!, I don't have to tell you this. Everybody knows the history of the State.It's also famous for huge cowboy hats, spurs and longhorn steer. Some of the best chili I ever tasted, came from folk who wear western wear and cowboy boots. I grew up with country music, and my dad was great at singing along to the radio. To this day, I cannot listen to country. It has little to do with the music itself, but some of the haunted history I have been privy to experience.
One of the strangest Haunted places in the world, exist within the confines of a small barn. Yes, you read it right. It was about as in the middle of nowhere as you can get. Our family owned the farm, but it had been abandoned years before. Today? It had become a big dust bowl of open fields, and a dilapidated house. Around on the other end of the property, stood a small barn. At one time, it held around 5 cows, and 3 horses. Of course, a few chickens wandered about, but it was the other resident... The unseen one, that caused me pain.
This little barn in the middle of nothing, held a boy Ghost, who called himself, " Nobody ".It was about the saddest thing I had ever heard. " Nobody " was around eleven years old, and his dirt covered overalls and face-told a story of poverty and neglect.
This is his story. The version he could remember.
" Am bout leven, Maam... And my maw, she ain't a livin no more " he said. His eyes looked to be dark brown, and he had the longest lashes I had ever seen. Beneath the dirt on his face, I could see he had an angelic face, almost pretty, if you could imagine that. He was small for his age, and he squirmed in place. He would glance at me, and then look down at his bare feet. He kept his hands hidden in his pockets, and I decided to ask him why.
" Honey... Why don't you take your hands out of your pockets?..." I asked.
" This here is why, Maam..." He pulled his hands out of those filthy pockets, as though it pained him do so. I nearly fainted from the sight. This Spectral boy had burns covering both his hands. Sometimes, the dead stick to their last memories before death, and this was a bad memory.
I took a step closer to him, and could tell he had probably died of infection. He held up his hands so I could take a good look. My stomach churned, but I tried to maintain a calm exterior. I smiled at him and examined the burns. This child had suffered in life. My heart was aching to hold him, but in his ethereal body, it wouldn't be possible. I said a quiet prayer for God to send me the right words. I knew that the person responsible for this, was probably punished in death... Severely punished, I hoped.
His hands were raw and transparent. I had never seen hands swollen to twice the size as these were. They were lobster red in places, and blackened green had set in around his joints and fingers. He tried to show me he could still move his fingers...
" But they warnt gettin' no better "...He whispered.
I asked him why he was in the barn, and he pointed to a place under some rotting boards.
" Tony put "nobody" away in thar, Maam...", and he lowered his eyes to the ground. My heart was breaking into pieces. The tears were sitting on the edge of my emotions, and I didn't want him to get scared or disappear.
I asked him to sit on the ground with me, and we huddled in that dirty, dank place. I explained to him that his mama was waiting for him, and all he had to do was call out to her with all his heart.
He looked into my eyes, and saw the truth there. The boy scrambled to his feet, and looked all around the barn. I told him she wasn't inside, and to go outside, she would be waiting. I had to pull myself together, as the tears were threatening to overfill my eyes. I could barely see, and I was grateful at the shadows of the barn interior.
" Nobody " ran to the barn door. He was hesitant to go through, but thought the better of it, and he was gone. I got up and pulled open the barn door. I could see him in the distance!. He was running at full speed toward a woman in the field. She had her arms thrown wide open, and she caught the boy in her arms. This was a homecoming like never before. A child, reunited with his Mother. They slowly faded away, both of them in an embrace, I will always cherish witnessing this gift of Love.
" Nobody " was buried in a proper grave site, with blessings, and love. I had the name, " Christian " engraved onto a headstone. He was a little boy who deserved to have a real name.
Afterwards, I did a little research. There was no record of any boy, who died on the property. At least I had some peace, knowing he was with his beloved Mother again, but I will always wonder about him. How did a child go through eleven years of life known as " nobody "... It will always break my heart.