this is true

On December 15, 1999 there was a boy that was 14 and it was dead in the winter...The boy lived on First Avenue in a house that had a room for rent…The boy’s parents were both dead after a car accident the boy was only 6 when he lost them both such tragic loss for him from then on he lived on his own with no one on his side but the people who took him in were Mr. and Mrs. Jonson…The day before the boy was told that he had to move out because the Jonson’s were going to move and they couldn’t take the boy along so them. The boy packed his things in a suit case and left…Knowing that he wasn’t going to find anyone to take him in he takes the jacket from his suit case and puts it on, then the boy finds a dumpster and he throws the suit case in it. The next night the boy finds himself back on the street that he lived out with the Jonson’s…First Avenue…it started to snow because it was raining and the temperature was around 15 degrees F. (yes around once a year it snows) With the bitter cold air hitting the boy’s face he starts walking away from the house alone with no one to be with to even talk to because everyone would dislike him in everyway...The boy keeps walking up the street alone and it’s around 12:32am. He sees a bright light out of know where he keeps walking for a little bit more then the boy notices that the light was coming closer…He was in shock and not knowing what to do he stand there watching the light get closer and closer to him seeing his life flashing before his eyes. He sees many different things both things he remembered and didn’t. One memory was seeing his parents crash there car into the tree thus ending there lives, and he remembers seeing his whole childhood at his school always getting abuse from the kids and getting pushed around letting everyone step all over him. He remembered meeting the Jonson’s after he had no home and how they took him in. He saw different images of when he was older of him having two children and a wonderful wife when she was younger her name was Tori Aguilar (and I’ll tell you how I know in a little bit) having a wonderful long life with her and watching there children grow older and seeing himself and “Tori” having grandchildren…To him that what it was to have a perfect life to have to live a happy life and grow old with the one you love…With the images disappearing he sees the lights right in front of him then the boy realizes that they were car head lights heading his way with no time to react *crash!* The boy was hit by the car the boy flew about 15 yards from the car and the boys body hit’s a tree with a small branch stabbing him in the chest and the man in the car was drunk. Not wanting to be caught by the police the man ran away from the seen…With the boys body covered in blood he died at the seen in that early morning the man was found hiding in someone’s back yard late around 2am. The whole street was in shock and fright as the car and the body were taking away for investigation the police sooner or later left the seen with what they needed to know neighbors from around the street say that they see the same boy walking up and down the street looking upset and alone but then the boy would disappear in a blink of an eye…2 weeks later there was a funeral held for the boy but no one went to it not even the Jonson’s who have always taking care of the boy. Could they have not cared about the boy at all and just felt sorry for him at that time? When he was alone…countless times people around the street would always see the boy walking around but he would always look sad and pail from the blood loss, the bitter coldness that night. The boy‘s cloths were black pants, a gray long sleeve shirt and a black thick jacket, stained, and all of his cloths were stained with blood even.

I myself have seen the boy and I fill sorry for him for the most part, a poor soul with no where to go and died feeling alone, sad, and longing for a friend…the boy would keep walking up and down First Avenue for days, then it turned into months, then it turned into years. Till one night…

Just recently I find myself looking out at my window around 12 midnight just looking out longing to see someone walk by or something then I would see the boy walk by. He would glace over to me but it would sadden me to see his face because he looked so sad and felt sorry for him, but I would just watch him walk by in curiosity of what he might do next. Then he would just disappear without a trace with a breeze leaving behind him.

On August 21, 2007 on a Tuesday night it was colder then all the other nights recently which I though was cool because I love the cold and I hate the hotness…Around 12 midnight I find myself once again looking out the window. Once again I would see the boy walking by but there was something different this time. When the boy looked over to me he looked more upset then ever. I felt so sad and sorry for him because I think about how sad and alone he must felt when he died…The boy didn’t disappear this time he started slowly walking up to me…Startled about what he was doing I keep looking curiously at him from the inside of my house and he would walk closer and with every step he took on the grass would turn icy but it would melt fast because it would still be a little hot outside…Myself getting a little more scared and curious about what the boy was going to do. I thought to myself ‘stay were you’re because no one gets the chance to see the boy up close so.’ I stood there looking at him from the inside of my house slowly I take a few steps back. The boy walks in right next to me…Feeling the bitter coldness from the boy’s body I stood there feeling so many different things sad, confused, slightly scared…and so on. The boy looked upset to see me, then slowly he wraps his arms around me. His ice cold body touched mine he was so cold it was as cold as snow when you hold it in your hand for a long time and the hair on my neck stood up…Thinking that he was a ghost I wanted to hugs him back I felt he wasn’t a sold thing so my arms would go through him…but I tried to anyways. I slowly start to wrap my arms around the boy and he was sold and I did hug him I held on to him tightly because I felt sad for him for all the hurtful memories he must have had, all the pain he must have gone through. Slowly he lets go of me. Then blushing I did too he looks at me with a very sad face and a tear rolled down his cheek…I slowly reach over and whip the tear away…The tear felt ice cold as ice itself only on a larger scale. The boy looks at me confused and he gives a small and fast grin to me. Slowly he reaches his hand to my forehead his hand what bitter cold then he transmitted all the images he had before he died to me showing me what he saw…Seeing all of the images I felt sad and confused thinking ‘was that me he was married to or was it another person that has my same name.’ Then slowly I start to tear up seeing all the painful memories he had…the look on the boy’s face grew sad again seeing me tear up then he reaches over and whips the tears away and I blush…the boy grins slightly then a frown grew on his face looking deeply into my eyes he said… “ You’re going…to die tonight…” Myself in shock and scared about what he just said then he continues saying “ its going to be by a person that despises you in every way…” Trying to think who that was I looked at him shocked and scared the last thing he said was “and I can’t help you and that really sucks so I’ll see you in a little bit…my love…” Then he slowly reaches over and kisses me on the cheek his touch was bitter cold and I found myself blushing deeply. The boy slowly pulls his head back from me and he looks at me with a little anxiousness in his eyes. Then he starts to walking closer to me and walks through my whole body…Feeling colder then ever before I turn around as fast as I can but he disappeared…Noticing he was gone I run to the window looking out for the boy. Then I see him looking at me from the middle of the street. He smiles at me and a car comes by running into him…..After the car passes right through him the boy disappeared leaving only ice all over the wind shield of the car…

Thinking about what just happened I find myself, scared, a little happy, and cold…(go figure) With that on mind I slowly walk back into my room were I saw Ryan (step brother) talking to Midnight on IM he looks over to me with a worried look on his face “Hey are you ok you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something…” I chuckled lightly knowing that he hit the mark and I told him “ No, I’m just fine..“ and I gave him a smile. Ryan looks at me confused “Sure whatever…“ Chuckling light I went onto the other computer to talk to Midnight too…Midnight and I were taking for about a got hour to hour in a half about mine/Ryan’s past witch was upsetting but at least I got it out Ryan was also talking to Midnight for about the same time about bad memories and he let it out. Ryan and I were both upset that time talking I felt bad for Midnight because she had to listen to all of or crap we went through and she might have been upset as well…1:34am Ryan and I heard the door knock so we told Midnight be right back because of the door, she said ok and I answered the door and Ryan was behind me. Who stood at the door was a person who hated me for everything I do…Ryan’s mom…with the door still open Ryan’s mom pulls a gun out and points in to my head…In shock I stare at her in my eyes begging not to pull the trigger. I glance over to Ryan and I see him running back to my room typing something out to Midnight. I glance back at his mom silent, to scared to even speak with my heart pounding I glance outside and behind Ryan’s mom standing on the sidewalk was the boy glancing over to me with anxiousness in his eyes…I glance back at Ryan’s mom again thinking ‘am I really going to die here tonight just like the boy said by someone who despises me.’ I was ready to die having the regrets of leaving this world not being able to seem my friends again and not seeing my family again…Slowly Ryan’s mom yells asking me “Why were you talking about me and how I run my household!?” I glance over seeing Ryan running out of my room with my key in his hand he tell her “Mom please don’t hurt her I’ll do anything just don’t hurt her!” Ryan’s mom glances over to him and pulls another gun out and points in to her own son’s head saying “Not until she answers my question!” I glance over behind Ryan’s mom and I still see the boy a little happy and anxious then I look up at Ryan’s mom “ I was talking about you and your household because I think you’re treating Nick and Ryan badly its not right for kids to get abuse…” I said it as truly as I can knowing it might cost my life…She took the gun off of Ryan and pointed at me, so I had two guns on me I started to sweet, my heart still pounding. and I glanced over to Ryan and his face was scared look on his face. Then he started tearing up, then I closed my eyes knowing that she did want to kill me…She tells me in a calmer still mad voice “Behave and no more telling people about me, my life, or how I run my household, you got that girl!!” I open my eyes and I glanced behind Ryan’s mom to see if the boy was still there but he was gone. I looked up at her in shock and scared to death then I nod to her light “Yes…maim…” Ryan’s mom takes the guns and slips them back into her coat pockets and she walks out the door slow. She slams the door behind her, then walks out to the car with her dunkin boyfriend then drive away… As soon as she left I run over to Ryan and I held him close. With my eyes tearing up I held him so close, like as if someone was talking him away from me in my arms…Then Ryan held on to me with tears in his eyes and shaking slightly. Holding on to Ryan close I slowly let go so I can tell Midnight we’re back from ‘answering the door.‘ We talked to Midnight a little bit after that Ryan and I were scared to death but ok…

Then next night I find myself not talking to anyone on the computer because everyone was a sleep or something around 12 midnight then I say to myself “another boring night…” I get up and I slowly walk up to my window and I look outside and I see the boy walking by as usual he glances over to me with an upset look on his face…I frowned and looked down slowly he walks over to me again…I look up to see if the boy disappeared or if he just kept walking. I see him looking deeply into my eyes from outside…Then I back up a few steps and he walked in and stood in front of me. Looking upset he gave me a grin…I looked confused at him and I looked down a little after I saw his upsetting face…He pulled me to him and he held me close I started to blush and I felt his cold body press against mine. The bitter cold started to make my whole body feel numb because he held me close for about 10 minutes. He reaches over and whispered in my ear “ Even though I can never be with you I’m still glad you’re able to live, and live life to its fullest…” His cold breath tingled my ear as he said that and I blushed again…He kisses me on the cheek and lets go of me…I looked up at him both confused, a little upset, and worried what would happen to him…He smiled at me and he walked through my whole body I turned to see him but he was gone…With my heart beating a little faster I ran to the window to see if he’s still out there and he was. He was staring at me with a grin and he did hand movements to tell me to watch what he was going to do and I did…There was a man walking by. The man was about to run into the boy…So the boy slowly walked into the man that was walking by and went through his whole body…The man shivered slightly and looked around (its summer) then the man shouted out loud in joy “Man that felt so good!” and with a smile the man keeps walking. Seeing what the boy did to the man I chuckled and looked at the boy again. He waved his hand and disappeared then I slowly waved back looking out the window thinking about the boy…

The boy had skin that wasn’t fully white because it had a tan look to it and the boy and brown hair, brown eyes, and two brown freckles on his right cheek and on his left cheek there was a scar about 1”-2” inches long…Guessing the boy was around 5’ 10”-5’ 11” because he was taller then me by about three inches or so. All of his cloths didn’t have any brand on them they were plain black pants, gray long sleeve shirt, and a black jacket…The boy had a necklace on and it looked just like my trinket the only difference was the claw part was blood red and the top was coal black and the dragon’s claw was on a chain.