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Lost Little Boy Ghost

April 30, 2008

This incident happened while I was living in Darwin with my now fiancé about two years ago. I have always been a very spiritual person and quite in tune to my surroundings. Ever since I was a young child, I have been quite sensitive to spirits and vibes.

When we first got to Darwin, I noticed quite quickly, that there was quite alot of sprits hanging around. I used to work at a very popular hotel and had to walk past the grave yard every morning and evening on my journey to and from work. I was always drawn to a small grave , which looked very old and had what looked like a cot around it. In my minds eye, I would always see a baby boy sitting on the grave crying. While it didn’t really scare me, I stayed away as I believe in respecting the dead and their resting place.

The young baby, however, didn’t leave me alone. In a matter of weeks, I was seeing him every where, even in our unit. He would crawl up to me and cry and look at me begging to be picked up. I spoke to my boyfriend, who started thinking I might be imagining it. As time passed though, the baby became more vocal and was around nearly all the time, even my boyfriend saw him on occasions. He would crawl around the unit, crying and looking at me. I knew he wanted something, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

One evening, we were unpacking our crystals, which we had brought with us, when my boyfriend discovered his favorite large clear quartz had some how gotten broken in the journey. It was the only one out of about ten that had broken. He was a bit upset, but we put it down to fate and the crystal saying we didn’t need it’s help any more.

Late one night, about one week later, I was walking into the kitchen, when my rose quartz necklace, which I always wore, snapped and the crystal fell on the floor and broke into two pieces. I knew then, what I had to do.

I had some flowers in the unit that were getting old, but still in good condition. I explained to my boyfriend what I felt I had to do. It was a humid night as we made our trek to the grave yard. I went straight to the grave I had always been drawn to and buried the crystals in the middle of the site, deep enough not to be unearthed, but not as deep as to get to close to any thing I didn’t want to touch. I put the flowers at the top of the grave and kindly told the baby it was time for him to move on and that his mummy and daddy were waiting for him.

I then looked up at the moon and could clearly see the small baby boy crawling up into the moon, (which was full by the way) to his waiting parents. I had tears in my eyes and felt a huge weight lift of my shoulders. It was then that I thought, I would at least like to know his name. I pulled some vines off the grave and stared, unable to believe my eyes. It wasn’t a baby’s boy grave, but a girl aged about three. I knew then that the little boy had wanted the little girl to be remembered by some one. I have no real explanation as to why, but since that night, I never saw him again.

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