The Little Boy in Vallejo
Carolann
from California sent us this intriguing story
My story goes as so: My second year of living in
Vallejo, I asked my step daughter if she would like to tour the old cemeteries
in town. She agreed and away we went. We came upon a hill with a flag.
For some unknown reason, I was drawn to it and had to go up. We were standing
there talking and suddenly she stops. She turns as white as could be and
ask me if I felt that. I had, but not wanting to scare her, I said
nothing. She all of a sudden runs down the hill. I looked down from where we
were standing and it was a little boy. I tried to said hello but instead
ran after my step daughter.
We left the spot and didn't speak of the instance after
that. Later on June 14th, we got a roommate. On the morning of
June 16th, he awoke to tell me my dog had woken him at three in the morning
barking. He got up to see what the problem was and opened his door to
see, what he believed was a six year old boy ghost looking up towards my
attic. He said he just froze and shut his door quickly! Knowing the history of
my house and who had passed away in it, I knew right away who it had to
be. I went to visit the spot where my room mate saw the boy and asked
him how I could help, for I knew he was in my house for a reason. This time I
got his name, birth date, and date when he had passed away.
Two days later, I drove past the library and I got a
feeling that something or someone told me to go in. I handed the man at
the desk my info and the death certificate of the boy that was in my hand. His
name was Bryan and he was born Feb 10, 1956. Bryan passed away on June
16th, 1963, the same month and day that my roommate saw him. I decided
to do a little research on Bryan and found a article that the Vallejo
newspaper had written on the little boy. The article spoke about
how his mother was at the Post 104 swimming pool with all six of her
children. Some, including Bryan, had gone in ahead of her as she was
busy getting swim cards out. Two of Bryan's brothers that were playing with
him in the shallow end decided to swim away. Bryan drowned in three feet
of water.
I felt compelled to talk with the family. When
I did find them I explained how he followed me home and wanted me to let them
know it was not their fault this happened. They showed me pictures that looked
just like the little boy my roommate had seen. When i saw the pictures,
I cried with them. I felt that lots of peace and healing had taken place that
day. Later that night, I got a phone call thanking me. When I visit
Bryan's grave, there are now flowers. I am glad I was able to help them.
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