Ghost Boys Love Toys

It all started a few years after I moved into my new home with my parents, my two older brothers, and my younger sister.

A toy box used to sit in my room. It was filled with stuffed animals, action figures,and other things of that nature. I was too old for those things but I felt as If I should still keep them around. I used to lock my door every time I left my room. My door used a different key then all of the other bed room doors in my house. I had to buy a different one after it got jammed one day. I never knew how that happened.

One day after coming home from school I unlocked my door unaware of what awaited me. When I walked in I noticed my toy box lid was opened and the toys laid scattered all around my room. I wondered how this could be. Nobody was home except for my mom. How would she get into my room if I had the only key? If she did get in why would she do that? I brushed it off and cleaned it up.

The next day came and the same thing happened. I put up the toys and went on. It happened again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. It went on for months. I finally got tired of it and put the toy box in my closet and put boxes on top of it.
Nothing much happened after that for a while. I thought it was over. I was way wrong. It just begun. I stared to see things around my house. More then I did before (different story). I started seeing a little boy around the age of 7 or 8. He looked almost like the boy off of the Omen. I saw him the first time when I looked over at something taping my shoulder wile I was watching TV. Nobody else seemed to see him, until they saw him riding his bike. I was outside with my brother and two of are neighbors one night. We were just sitting out side on top of the cover for are streets storm drain that sat on the curve of a steep hill. It was dark and a little foggy. It wasn't too bad. Out of no where a kid on an old looking bike came out of no where speeding down the hill that was right in front of the hill we were sitting on. He rode right past us when he went up the steeper hill. He looked right at us. His eyes were glowing. He disappeared into the night up the hill. I ran up there. Nobody to be found.

I woke up feeling hands on my throat. I was being choked. "Was this actually happening?" I thought to my self. I opened my eyes and tried to grab who ever it was doing this. Nothing was there. Just red little hand prints on my throat. That's not all that happened to me in my sleep. I would wake up with big scratches that look like slashes on my back. I didn't have any nails to do this. They weren't long enough. Plus I slept on my back all night and I didn't move. This still continues to happen to this very day.

One of the last times I saw him it was about 1:00 in the morning. I was laying in my bed and the lights started to flicker. A figure was running around my room in the shadows. After that nothing, I never saw him again. Only glimpses every once in a while. My sister told me she saw a boy standing outside her window looking up at the house where my room was. That's the only time she ever saw him. It creeped her out big time I put out toys since then. Not a lot. A few stuffed animals. I still have scratches. His whole family live in this house. I'll post how I know If somebody emails me about it. I'm not going to post any more if nobody likes this one.