The night of Halloween my sister and I thought is would be fun to mess with the Ouija Board. What a bad idea. As the board was glowing green, our fingers moved across to different letters to spell freighting words. We were talking to a little boy, maybe 7 or 8 years old. The only sentence that made sense was please help. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I have never been so scared in my entire life.
After we said our goodbyes, my sister and I decided to go to bed. It took a very long to fall asleep. Those words kept playing over and over again in my head. I finally dosed off an hour later. Only a few hours later I was awaked by a terrible nightmare. Drenched in sweat and shaking I crept down the hallway trying not to wake my parents up. Down the long, dark hallway, I went to get some water
The kitchen was down stairs rear the den and kind of isolated from the other room in the house. The water was ice cold and refreshing. As I was putting my glass in the sink, I heard a muffled laugh. I looked at the clock and I showed 1:00 in the morning. I found it to be very strange and uneasy. The voice that I heard sounded young. Probably my little sister could be up or sleep talking.
I walked down towards her room, opened the squeaky door and found everything as normal as can be. Christy was sound asleep in her bed. It must have been all in my head. I closed her door and headed back upstairs. It was a chilly night so I thought the heat could be turned up a few degrease. When I took that first step in the living room, my heart stopped right then and there leaning against the door frame was something that I never seen in my life. It was a very dark figure. It was the boy. He was small, dressed in raggedy clothes and also a hat. Then he smiled. I closed my eyes, I couldn't breath, I was in shock. When I opened them again he was gone. My heart was racing and my breathing was rapid. What just happened?
Well I know where the laughing came from and when I told my mom and sister the next morning, they were speechless. Since that night I never saw him again. How did he die? Why was he here? Could I really help him? All questions I wish I could find answers to.
Still to this day I get Goosebumps even thinking about it.