Your True Tales
April 2008 - Page 17

Sixth Sense
by Steffany

People say that animals can sense things that people can't. The same goes for children. A lot of people say that spirits appear to little kids because they are so innocent. My brother can be a big brat, but not a liar, not at the age of four or five. And my mom does not allow him to watch any scary movies or TV shows, not even historical programs that may be violent or scary.So where else would he get ideas to make something up like this?

Around 2005, my brother, Phillip, once told me and my family something that really freaked us out. At our previous house, our dining room had a huge window and we had French double doors on the same wall; both looked out to our huge backyard. When sitting at the table facing the windows so you can see outside, your view of the entire backyard is blocked slightly by the garage, which is separate from the house. The garage is on the right of the backyard against the wood fence. Well, Phillip told us that he saw a little boy in our backyard. He was blonde, wearing a red cap, and riding a bike that "looked just like my bike, but black." He said the boy rode his bike across the yard and behind the garage and never came back around. There was no way he could have gotten out of our yard without turning around or somehow going through the fence. Like a ghost!

We asked what the boy's face looked like, but Phillip told us the boy didn't turn to face him because he didn't want to scare him. My mom said that there was an accident around my street before we moved there. She said there were kids riding their bikes in the street and a drunk driver came speeding down and hit and killed one of the kids. Maybe it was the one my brother saw.

My mom just told me last year that when I was little (about the same age as my brother) I used to tell her that a man was standing in my room at night; and that I used to draw pictures of aliens. It would really freak her out and scare her. I don't even remember it either. She also told me that I would always say my Uncle Phillip (my mom's brother who died in 1995) was going to come to my birthday party. My mom would ask me if Phillip ever came, and would tell her everything we did together that day. Also, she told me that one day I told her, "Mom, we are going to be safe, we won't get in a car crash." Bewildered, she asked me how I knew that. I said, "Because Phillip told me." I was only four or five also, and little kids pretend and everything, but they aren't capable of making things up like that. Creepy.

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