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March 2008 - Page 16

Laughing, Running Ghost
by Christina

It is October 23, 2006 when I was living in a boarding school at Ft. Apache, Arizona. My friend has been living there for three years now and it was my first year there. She told me one time when walked pass the upstairs to the second hallway that she heard a little boy laughing and running upstairs. She went upstairs and looked down the hallway. But she heard nothing, so she looked in all the rooms and there was no one. So she just went back downstairs to her bedroom. She looked in her dresser that had a mirror on it, and she saw a little white boy behind her on her bed. She turned around to see him and he was gone, she looked backed to the mirror, he was still not there. I came in and she was just standing there then she saw me. She told me everything, and I believe her. I asked how the little white boy looked. She said the boy had blonde hair, pale face, a striped shirt and faded blueish pants.

I believed her. I wanted to see this ghost boy. So I would sit on the bottom of the stairs for about an hour every day and I heard nothing for about a week. Then I gave up. It was about two weeks later at about 6:30 a.m. when I was getting out of the shower. I went to my room to put my shampoo and towel away. When I opened the closet to hang my towel on my closet door. Then when I was about to close the door I saw him -- the exact boy my friend described. He was staring and I stared at the little white boy for a few seconds. When I blinked, he disappeared. I never saw him again. I knew the dorm use to be a hospital and had a lot of sick and dead people. They said that the room my friend and I are in is where a little boy died from pneumonia.

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