by Heather Holt
I was looking at pictures of ghosts, and I have a story to tell.
At my house in Dumas, Texas I had never really seen a ghost. But, out of the ten years I have lived there, I saw a little boy - once. I was in my living room, and turned my head toward the kitchen...and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little, blue boy with a little, blue bouncy ball in his hand in my hall way. As he saw me look at him, he ran straight to the end of the hallway, and straight through the wall.
I haven't seen him since, then. It was in 1997...