Along time ago, when I was about 5, my mom was walking out of the kitchen to come get me. I was waiting for her because, to me, she was taking forever. I saw her freeze right in our hallway. Dead silent, with her mouth wide open. She looked at me with insanity. My mother sighed like she had just been choked. I asked her what was wrong. She looked at me with a surprised but scared face and replied "I just saw a little blue boy with a blue ball laughing and playing in our hallway", and "He was running after his ball in the hall way..." She said that he looked right at her and ran right through the cabinets in our hallways as if he was scared of her.
That was the first and last time she ever saw him. But when we walk through our hall way, we get a chill down our spine like something is there with us. Many times I feel as if I am being watched. We have no idea if anyone had died or been buried underneath our home. Although our house could have been built on top of where someone else was buried. We still wonder until this day if that little blue boy chases his blue ball down the hall way when we are gone!