This story happened when I was 10 years old, which would have made it 1994. I remember school had let out for Easter Vacation. It was a friday night (Good Friday) and I got done watching Ghostbusters with my mom and step-dad and I went off to bed where my sister was sleeping.
To give you a lay-out of the house, you open the front door and step into the living room, right off to the right was my bedroom. There was a little hallway between my room and the living room and at the end of the hallways my mom's room and the bathroom. So if you were in my room, you could see into the living room.
I went to bed and my sister (which as one at the time) and I shared a bed. I woke you in the middle of the middle to a strange noise. The living room was pitch black and my room only had a plug-in night light, so it was pretty dark. I rub my see and I hear the noise again. I look into the living room and there was a perfect outline of a child (which was completely black too!). And the child sounded like a boy crying, saying "Mama".
Being 10 years old, I freaked out and screamed for my mom. My mom wakes up and yells "What do you want?" and I yell back "Turn on the light!" She then tell me to do it my self, all the while, this child is moving closer to me and I'm scared to move. My yelling wakes my sister up and she starts to cry, when this happens, my mom gets up and turns on the light to get her and I just about wet myself because the boy was about a foot from my bed.
A couple of months later I ended up moving out to live with my dad. But I returned to live with my mom when I was 15 years old. We were talking one day about that and how no one believe me when that happened. I guess a month after I moved, my mom, step-dad, and a few of their friends saw something black race across the carpet. And they would hear a child crying at night too. My mom did apologize for not believing me.
The history of that house and all the other house in that town I lived in was that they were all the original homes the coal miners lived in. The area was big with mining in the 1920's. Which was went the town and houses where built. It is sad though, how they were treated and was never paid real money so they could never get out of the life.
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Your story is well written and the background and history of the house serves to answer most of my questions. I enjoyed the story's thrilling part when the boy was walking towards you, it somehow reminds me of a movie but I can't really remember. It is sad parents usually are sceptics until they experience something themselves. I guess the ghost in the house needs help crossing over.
Thank you for posting your experience and sharing it with the yourghoststories community. God bless you and take care.
Sincerely,
Francois