About a year ago, I was babysitting my 1 year old nephew. I wasn't feeling so great so I decided to bring him to my parent's house so they could watch him for a few hours while I got some rest. My parents lived right behind me down a little path, so I could see their house from mine. I checked to make sure they were home, and of course, they were.
I packed up my nephews stuff and brought him to my parent's house. I talked with my family for a few minutes and then drove back up the path and went in the house. I lay down on the bed for about 30 minutes and became restless, so I decided to go get on the computer for a little while and pay some bills. I walked into the computer room and sat at the computer chair as I normally do and started doing things on the computer.
I glanced out the window to see if my mom had brought my nephew outside to play (she normally brings him outside a LOT).
At the end of the house, beside an empty field, I saw a little boy. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking at the ground walking. He was wearing a white tucked in polo shirt, and blue jeans. He had sandy blonde hair. He walked to the end of the field (he stared at the ground the whole time he was walking), then he looked up and looked directly at me. He looked very sad. He looked at me for a few seconds then I turned away. I looked back to see if what I saw was still there and he was gone.
The thing is I wasn't scared. I just felt sad. I tried to find out if something happened to a little boy on that road or near my parents house but I couldn't find anything. Sometimes I will still think of him, and I Immediately feel sad. Why did he show up after I brought my nephew to my parents? Why was I the one who saw him, when I didn't even believe in ghosts at the time, while my dad, who lives right where the boy appeared, believes in them?