The Little Negro Boy
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I once lived in a old house with my parents, grandparents and little sister. It was a huge mansion built by slaves in the 1800′s. The house was always cold, even in the middle of summer. You’d about freeze to death in the winter time. All we had was heaters, but this wasn’t just the chills of winter it was the supernatural.

I had a table and chairs that sat in the living room that I’d paint and color on. On day it was me and granny home alone, I sat at my little table finger painting while my granny was in the bathroom cleaning and there was this little negro boy that appeared right in front of me. He didn’t look scary, he looked like a normal boy. He wore old wore out overalls with one strap broken, no shoes, and what was suppose to be a white teeshirt which was a little brown in color for being worn so many times. He said “May I paint with you?” And of course I said yes. He came and sat cross the table from me. I didn’t pay much attention to him for a while because I was trying to finish my little painting. When I looked up at him his paper was blank, not even a single mark on it. I noticed him trying to stick his fingers in the paint but the paint wouldn’t stick to his fingers. I didn’t understand so I asked him what his name was, he was kind of hesitant to say his name but he finally said “Timothy,what’s yours?” And I replied “Caitlyn,nice to meet you.” My granny heard me talking and she asked who I was talking to and I looked at Timothy and he hand him hands together as if praying and looking at me mouthing the word “please” over and over again, so I called back to my granny “I’m just talking to the dog,gran!” And me knowing we didn’t have a house dog , it was just the first thing that came to my mind. Timothy looked relieved and said “Thank you Miss Caitlyn for letting me paint with you, but I have to go for now,bye” and waved smiling. I didn’t say anything back I just smiled and waved because of my granny.

At the time I was only 5-6 years old. I am now 14 it is still as clear as day. I think about it every day. When I tell people about this story they usually don’t believe me but this story is 100 present true.

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5 Responses so far.

  1. a very short scary story, but its good.

  2. Anil says:

    interesting title, a perfect short and scary story that i was searching for my school project.

  3. Avatar of guo馨儿 guo馨儿 says:

    cool but it needs to be more scarier.

  4. i really enjoyed reading stories on this website. keep up the good or should i say scary work.

  5. Salman says:

    This isn’t scary.. i wish it was.

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