I was sitting on the trampoline with my friend. I'm going to call her Amy. Then a little girl that we could tell was a ghost had started running toward Amy crying, "Mama, Mama!" But then, as soon as she reached Amy, she dissapeared.
You see, Amy's house survived the 1800s and it was built before the Civil War. After we went inside at 7:00 for supper, we went up to her room. But when we turned on the TV, we saw the face of a little blond boy, not much older than 5 years old. He was staring at us, and I felt like he was staring into my soul. Suddenly, I got up and pulled Amy out of her room. We were so terrified that we couldn't stop shaking.
When we returned to the TV, the face was gone. But sure enough, 20 minutes later we saw him with his body instead of just his face. He looked like he had been very angry. There were tears under his eyes. Then he vanished. This happened in 1991 and we were at Duart, Pennsylvania.
