#34 That Little Boy Out There
This is a combo between my nephew and my son. When my nephew was three years old, he was sitting by my mom’s back door looking outside. When she asked what he was doing, he said, “Playing with the little boy out there.” There was no little boy. Many years later, when my own son was three years old, he was in that same back room and asked if he could go outside and “play with that little boy out there.” Still no little boy. What makes it creepy is that my grandmother (their great-grandmother) lost a little boy when he was three years old to pneumonia. My mom still lives in the same house.
Credit: Honkey_Cat