04-19-2009, 10:09 PM
My house was built in the early 1900s. The man who owned it before we did told us that a young boy named Noah died in a fire accident involving the old cast iron stove. Years ago, when I was maybe 4 or 5, my mother had been sleeping on the couch one night and woke up to turn the volume on the tv down a bit. She looks down the hall towards the dining area and sees a little boy. Thinking it was me, she mumbled "Scotty, go back to bed, it's late.", and then fell back asleep. A few minutes later, she awoke and still saw a little boy. When she gets up to put me back to bed, the boy was no longer there, and I was sound asleep in my bedroom. (Which was not even in the same part of the house).How you like them apples? lol