My paranormal Experince ( He died in my Closet)

We're getting closer to Halloween and I don't know about you, but its my favorite holiday. I noticed allot of you guys stop by to check out my stories and I am very happy that most of you liked them. Recently, I posted to horror stories though I told myself that this time.....I would post a little extra . How would you like a real story? Im going to tell you a story of something I experienced here in my house. Im going to tell you the night I saw the ghost of the boy who died in my closet.

       Growing up we used to move around allot, and every house we lived in had a story. Sometimes we knew about it ,and others? we found out about it later. Good bye Georgia, we were moving again but this time it was back to Texas. Texas is where im from ,Georgia is where I lived for while. We were heading back to my Grandparents house that late March. Let me tell you something about this house... This house was eerie, and sometimes in the middle of the night you could hear foots steps out in the hall. Sure it was an old house built in the 1940s,but the floor didn't just creek because it was an old house ...........right? That how it was every night and nobody really brought it up, blaming it on the house was just natural .

           I was able to get my old room back, my sister and I would share just like always. Through out the months and years of sleeping their , my sister and I would re-arrange the room. We'd move our beds into different corners and the dresser just so it could look different . At one point my bed was close to the door and hers was by the window. I personally liked sleeping by the door, and I kept the door wide open at night too. I guess it made me feel comfortable and safe knowing the door was my exit. I went to bed  late one night, my sister was already asleep and I just wanted to fall flat onto my bed. Have you ever seen the way scary movies work? someone falls asleep and suddenly wakes up very fast from a nightmare? I can promise you the same thing happened to me. I cant remember my dream, it was a dark dream, no color not even sound. Next thing you know im out of breath and im sitting up on my bed.

          My mouth was dry and I could taste my spit in my mouth sway back and fourth. I sat their staring out my window for a minute or two until I decided to glance at my sleeping sister. Their she was asleep facing the wall, snoring lightly. For some reason I had the urge to look the other way . I turned around to look on my right and when I did I got the glance of a small boy standing by my closet. I  thought I was  seeing things since it was around 4 in the morning. I looked back and he stood their. I was pretty angry and I was getting to yell. I thought it was my cousin ,and I was about to yell and ask him why was he in my room. I moved a little closer and my eyes adjusted to the boy who I thought was someone else. He wore a brown attire ,white knee high socks and had brown hair. As soon as I realized it wasn't who I thought, I passed out. My head landed on my pillow and I didn't wake till morning. I woke up thinking "Who was that..............?"

            I told my family about my experience that morning during breakfast. My grandmother just shrugged and said "Oh that was David." she said it so calmly like it didn't bother her. Not even my sister was shocked, she said "Oh you finally saw him? Eh I seen him before" with no face expression. I later found out the story the boy who they called David. A little later after the house was built a family from Canada moved in. Their son was sick and he died in my room. Back then the bathroom that was in the hall was never their and that space was part of the room. The closet was constructed later on when my grandmother moved in, and that's the spot David died. They told me they found bones buried right underneath, and even old post cards around the house that read Canada. Somewhere out back, their used to be a tombstone with his name on it. When I was younger I had no idea what it said or what it was for. My cat used to sit by it and stare at the trees but I never thought much of it. That was his tombstone, that was his name it all was coming together and a part of me did sadden.

        I saw him a couple of years after that, I think I was about 18 I was in the kitchen and I saw a pair of small feet next to me. When I looked up, nobody was their so I figured it was him. Sometimes my grandma would say "Stop it David your scaring me" when a shadow of a small boy would run into my room. I  never saw him after that, but I like to believe it because I asked God to guide him into the light. I don't know if my prayer really worked but I hope it did. David was harmless and I guess he just wanted to be noticed by everyone who lived in the house, I got that. Every once in a while it would creep out when I stood in front of my closet. I had to take out and put up clothes on that very side because it was mine.

              I wasn't able to sleep with the lights off after that. I have Christmas lights that remain their yearly, its rare when im alone in the dark. I learned that at points we have to share our world with people even if they are dead. I respect them more then I ever have though I admit it kind of scares me. The thought of David standing in front of my closet at night ...that's something right? I guess you can that feeling never truly did go away....then again who would enjoy to be watched by a dead boy who once died in your room.