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Cemetery Boy Ghost Story Back to Ghost Stories
By Angela Kay Pineda
My daughter and I one day went to our town cemetery, to visit the grave of a
recently deceased neighbor.
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Lost in the big cemetery, we looked for the grave.
With no luck, we just started to leave. Just before
we left, I noticed a small grave with the name and
date of a five year old boy, the grave had a few
toys placed on it. One of the toys was a glass
figurine of a clown. It had turned over and broke.
I picked up the pieces, and took them home.
That night I glued the broken clown back together.
The next morning, my daughter and I returned the
glass figurine to the grave, and weeded it. Then
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we went home, and went on with our day.
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That night, while I slept, I was awakened by humming. I opened
my eyes, and there right beside my bed about three feet away
and surrounded by a pleasing blueish-grey light, was a little boy
about five years old, healthy looking, dressed in overalls and a
long sleeve shirt. He had tan skin, and big brown eyes, and long
brown hair. He was humming the song Yankee Doodle Dandy
(why that song, I don't know). As I looked at him, I felt very
peaceful and not scared at all. He looked at me, and his stare
seemed to tell me, "Thank you for fixing my toy," and the boy just
disappeared.
I never saw him again, but I often remember that night, and think
of that little boy.
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