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I'm Rhiannon, and I was 4 when this experience happened.

I was in my room playing dolls, when suddenly I looked to the right side of my closet, without even wanting to see there, and saw a little boy looking quite messed up. I don't mean punched up, like his hair was messy and his clothes were with not a scratch there.

I have never seen a ghost before. Two days after, I was walking and playing with my friend when my head turned to the right side without wanting to and saw that same boy walking with us, holding my hand, although my hand was curled around a doll because me and my friend were playing dolls while walking, he was still holding it.

A year later when I turned 5, I hadn't seen him since. I heard scratching sounds on my cupboard closet throughout my last years of being 4. So technically, I forgot about it. That's when it hit me in preschool. I was in preschool, TRYING to read a book. At least I was looking at the pictures! Anyways, when it hit me, was when the 'boy' was sitting cross-legged next to me, leaning under my head to see. I thought it was one of my boyfriends (A friend that's a boy). SO, I yelled, I was in preschool so I thought it was alright to yell, 'What're you doing!' I tried to push his head as if it would roll and hurt but before I got to it, he disappeared.

Up until I was 9 I would still remember. The boy never hurt me. The boy never talked to me. But that year it changed.

I was on the computer to go onto a game called 'Miniclip' and as soon as the page loaded, something whispered into my ear, 'Johnny Carypulle' I didn't know what I was doing, but I opened another page and searched Johnny Carypulle. When the results came up, I was reading it already.

Johnny was a 6 year old boy, killed by his parents to save their fees. I thought this was a cruel thing, but I already bookmarked the page and saved it for another time. Maybe, a week later, (Just to tell you I live like in a square city roundabout and there is like a graveyard 2 blocks down from my house) I was strolling down the sidewalk to the graveyard. SO when I got there, I found Johnny's grave and said 'In memory of our Johnny. Peace. Died 1967. Born 1961.'

It's about time I posted this. I need some help on why I did that search on Johnny. It still confuses me. And also, I see some people that look like my parents at the foot of my bed staring at me. I know it isn't my parents, because my mum wouldn't have a serious face like it.

Please help me!