I see that you all read my three stories. Mother told me a story about my aunt who lives in an old house in New Orleans.
My aunt was ready to go to bed this particular night. She was about to lay down when she noticed there was a shadow of the little boy. The little boy seemed lost and confused. My aunt was not afraid. He was just a little boy and wanted some attention. She let him be seen by her, she completely understood. She believed that he died in the house. She is comfortable and patient with this little shadow of the little boy.
My mother finally believed me about ghosts as she saw the picture of mytles plantations. I am glad she did and we are talking about it and she not afraid about it anymore. We enjoyed our time until she told me about my aunt's story.
I know it not a scary story, but nevertheless I hope you enjoyed this story.
The Governess Chloe was not there before I took the picture I know it is weird. But we did have fun there and enjoyed our trip there that Sunday morning.