Your True Tales
August 2005 – Page 16

Toddler Ghosts
by Silverio

My mom told me a story that is pretty hard to believe, but the way she was telling it made me believe it. My mom's grandmother lived in this really ghetto ranch, I mean really ghetto, like no TVs ghetto. It even had an outhouse (yeah, that's really poor). One night when my mom's aunt came home pretty late, she saw a little figure slide off her bed and giggle. She immediately thought it was her little one-year old nephew. She asked everyone in the house if they'd seen him run around, but he was asleep.

About a week later, my uncle Fernando was asleep on the couch half-asleep. He saw something in the corner of his eye jump from couch to couch. Wide awake now, he noticed it was a baby about the age of one or two. He was to scared to scream, so covered his head and thought it would go away. But then he felt someone tugging his covers then suddenly them pulled away from him at a force so strong that it couldn't be a little kid.

About a week later, my other uncle had to go to the restroom, so he went to the outhouse. When he got there and was about to do his business, he heard someone whisper to him. He looked down the hole of the outhouse. He turned pale because he saw the little boy everyone else has seen. The little boys had died without being baptized so that's they haunted the place.

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