Little Boy

I live in New Bern. Forty five minutes south of New Bern is Jacksonville which is home to the marine base Camp Lejeune. In between New Bern and Jacksonville are two small towns called Pollocksville and Maysville.

A friend and I were driving back from Jacksonville one night heading for her house. She was driving and I was in the passenger seat texting on my phone and talking to someone on hers. A road in Pollocksville leads straight to James City. A dirt road off of that road leads straight to her house. Our initial plan was to take the dirt road because it would be quicker. It was about midnight or later and we were on that road. Right as we were about to take the dirt road I looked up and screamed. I scared her to the point that she didn't take the dirt road. She knows about my secret that I have never told any one in my life. So I told her why I screamed. A little boy was standing on the dirt road. He couldn't have been older than 6 or 7 years old. His face was completely mutilated and bloody. She said that it must have been warning for us not to take that road. We never go on that dirt road anymore. Not even during the day.

My secret is I can see ghosts and other things that other people can't see.