As promised I'm going to post the story about the little boy in my bedroom. This is a very emotional subject for me because I feel so helpless and I just NEED to help this little boy.
He appears to me vey much in detail... But in two ways.
Normally when I see him he is crying, his eyes red raw from crying and he is sobbing and sniffing... He stands in the corner of my room across from my bed looking down or straight at me. (This just breaks my heart)
He wears (what I would imagine to be old school uniform) a light blue cotton shirt buttoned up all the way and navy blue short dungaree type pants. White socks pulled up and shiny black shoes. He has chocolate brown hair swept neatly to the side and he has bright blue eyes. He is always dressed like this anytime I see him.
The other way I see him is how he died I guess.
He will appear in the usual place wearing the same clothes but with a difference. He is bruised and bleeding. He is all scuffed up and his clothes are dirty.
He is crying as I said before but he is screaming and his throat... It's... It's slit with blood coming from the wound so much so that his blue shirt is red.
He has cuts around his wrist where it looks like he's been tied up and he is the lightest shade I have ever seen... He is pure white.
I obviously am startled and totally heartbroken by the sight of this... And I just want to help him so much! I want to see him happy...
I've tried talking and he cries even more. I've tried going over to him and he disappears
To think what this pour little boy has been through makes me sick to think some horrible person would treat him like this.
I don't know what to do!
I have spoken to him once... I asked his name. He said Michael. I do not know his second name and I have tried asking him.
Please help. I really need to see him happy.