Sometimes they stay behind …
I was nine when we moved into that fancy new house. A modern rancher, it sat on five acres with a lighted riding ring and an in-ground pool!
It should have been perfect.
But soon lights began turning themselves on and off, doors swung shut on their own, dark shadows stalked the halls and entered our dreams.
My parents were desperate to find rational explanations.
No one wanted to think our new home could be haunted. We were just a normal family. Things like that didn’t happen to people like us.
So when a little boy wandered into my yard one day, asking only for my friendship, I jumped at the chance. Finally! Something normal!
My family should have been happy too, but their reaction puzzled me.
They called him imaginary.
I was incensed, but he accepted it like it didn't matter.
"Adults don't see me," he'd said, as though that explained everything.
Desperate to prove he was real, I discovered his photo, hanging on the wall at the neighbour’s. The two old women were sweet and kind. Surely now my parents would believe me.
But my jubilation was short lived. It wasn’t long before I learned the awful truth:
There was no possible way he could be my friend. At least, not in the way I wanted.
He'd been killed by a speeding dump truck four months earlier.
I was caught inside of a nightmare!
About Virginia Renaud
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Published September 9, 2012
by Ghostly Publications.
Religion & Spirituality, Action & Adventure, Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction.