The Little Boy of West Main Street

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Story type: Ghost
Location: My House
Source: Form Submission

It was the first day I moved into my new house I was about 6. Me and my friend Dylan were playing upstairs when we heard a thumping noise upstairs. He was thinking it was the little boy that died on my street that lived in my house but i didn't believe him. i thought it was my dog. We heard it again and so we went and looked in the attic i said that we shouldn't go in, but we did anyway. when we got up there we heard giggling and then we heard a scream of a little boy. then we heard car wheels screech. then a car door shut. we looked out the window and there was nothing there. then out of knowhere a red ball bounced across the floor and we ran. we were petrafied! We ran downstairs and asked our perents if they heard anything and they said no and we told them what has happened and they just said that we were imaginating things. but to this day I kno that we were not imaginating things. To this day I still here the same things over and over again every night I just think the little boy is lonely and wants to play.