A long time ago, when I was a mere 5 years old, a peculiar incident transpired that would forever linger in the corners of my memory. On that day, my mother had left the kitchen, making her way toward me. To my impatient young mind, it felt like an eternity before she reached me. Little did I know, she was about to share an inexplicable encounter.
As she stepped into the hallway, an unforeseen event unfolded before her eyes. She froze in her tracks, her face contorted into a mask of astonishment and fear. In that eerie silence, her mouth hung agape, rendering her speechless. My heart raced as I witnessed this inexplicable transformation in my mother.
Desperate for an explanation, I inquired about her distress. Her reply sent shivers down my spine. She recounted seeing a little blue boy, clutching a blue ball, frolicking joyfully in our hallway. The boy’s laughter echoed in her ears as he chased his ball with youthful exuberance. What struck her the most was the child’s luminous blue hue, a surreal sight that defied logic.
This ethereal child locked eyes with my mother for a fleeting moment before making a hasty retreat. Inexplicably, he phased through the solid cabinets that lined our hallway, as though a mere specter frightened by her presence.
That solitary encounter marked the first and final time my mother laid eyes on the enigmatic blue boy. Nevertheless, an inexplicable sense of unease has haunted our hallway ever since. The sensation of being watched, an unshakable feeling, has become a part of our daily lives. We remain in the dark about the origins of this apparition, whether a soul once resided beneath our home or if our house was erected atop a resting place of another. To this day, the mystery lingers, leaving us to wonder if the little blue boy still chases his blue ball down the hallway in our absence.