The following story is 100% TRUE and was told by my Aunt
Karen which was witnessed by her several times and once by
my uncle, Jim. She had told me this story over the summer
which still gives me chills even to write about it.
The story goes that there was a boy who lived next door
(about 7 years ago) about 17 or 18 years old. Please keep
in mind that everyday he walked the path of his driveway
and turned right onto the main road(my aunt lived on) which
eventually led downhill towards the stop.......that was his
route for his bus-stop to college (community college). Let’s
call this boy Mike.
Mike was very troubled. He took drugs and smoked with his
friends, to the point where he actually was forced (by his
father) to turn to the hospital for help. His license was
probably revoked from his drug habits, which may have
resulted in walking to his bus-stop for college(?).
One day an ambulance and two police cars showed up in
front of the house. My aunt was quite worried and feared
that the worst had happened......and something did.
Mike had died. Apparently, his father had wanted to wake
him up for college but instead found him extremely pale and
cold to the touch. He immediately called the police & the
ambulance. Mike was pronounced dead on site from ‘drug
overdose’. Later on in the day, the father had a heart
attack from shock (from his sons death) but luckily called
the ambulance in time.
On with the story: A day after the boy’s death, my Aunt
Karen went to drive my cousin to school early in the
morning. She noticed someone exiting from the door of the
house next-door through her rear view mirror. Someone
familiar in appearence. Then she realized it looked exactly
like the boy who recently had died. She knew it was him
from his hair color (his siblings and parents all had
blonde hair except for him). Also because his hair was wet,
the usual way he put it each morning after a shower for
school. She blinked a few times and shook her head in
disbelief.
The next day the she drove my cousin to school again.
Again, the boy came out of his house at the same time in
the morning. This time he was wearing the same clothes from
yesterday.......my Aunt Karen was confused. When she
arrived back at her house, she told her husband about the
boy next door and how she saw him. He thought she was just
seeing things, until he finally saw him himself. She told
me that my uncle had turned white when he came to her.
Saturday morning, my Aunt Karen was digging up the garden
patch on the right hand side of her house (by the boy’s
house)........she heard a squeak of the door, shoes
clacking, and then a slam....
Now imagine a house that had an "L" shaped walkway
connecting to the driveway
She said that the boy walked down the steps of his walkway,
onto the path facing my aunt and continued walking. She was
horrified that the boy was coming her way. My aunt was
about to run back to the house if he didn’t make the turn
onto the driveway (the driveway was very near to her
patch). She claimed what she saw was horrifying. She
expressed him as a pale normal looking person except for
his eyes....he did not blink....his expression was cold,
dead.....his eyes could see right through you.....I keep
imagining the whites of his eyes are completely black.
About a week later, my Aunt Karen noticed a van pull up to
her next-door neighbor’s house. Out of it came two
priests.......
From then on she never saw the boy again....
My aunt says that ever since that family moved out of the
house, no family ever lives there for more than 3 years.
Thank-You for reading my story.
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