Ghosts, Haunting, and Legends
Home Encounters The Boy in the Road

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Witness: Maggie Boone
Location: Magnolia, Delaware
Date of Encounter: January 2013

First and foremost, I cannot remember the exact date but I know the month and the year of the encounter. This would not be the first encounter that I’ve had in my life, but it would be the first one that affected me in a way that I cannot explain.

I live in Delaware, the first state, where you can drive from the top to the bottom in two and a half hours. Delaware is small, but has its own share of haunted history. Ever since I was young I’ve always been into the paranormal. “Ghost hunting” by the age of 7 out in the woods behind a childhood friends house. Tracking through the woods with a pencil and notebook and a flashlight. I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal. Catching my first “EVP” as a young child off of a MP3 recording device in a friend’s house and then shortly after catching my first photo of a possible apparition. While I was very young at the time, I do not claim that they are in fact paranormal, but still unexplained. However, on to the encounter.

I was 20 years old and I was living in Newark and dating a girl in Magnolia which is about an hour away from me. I remember the chill in the air that night. I was leaving her house at about 2:00AM in the morning and to get through to the main road to head back up north I had to go through some back roads. Normally the acres of corn and small deteriorating houses and eerie silence didn’t phase me. If anything it interested me. But this early morning the environment I was so used to navigating seemed different, but I brushed it off and said it was just because of the time and I was just tired. I rounded a corner and was engulfed on both sides by stalks of tall corn. Trying to shake off the bad feeling in the pit of my gut, I glanced down at the time on the dashboard and went to change the radio station and I began to feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I remember using the hand I was using for the radio and clutching my stomach and trying to stay on the road. All of this happened in the matter of seconds. I look back at the road and there is a light mist or fog, and then like out of a movie a full-bodied apparition of a small boy ran out from the left side of the corn and stopped in the middle of the street. Going about 40 mph I was going pretty fast. I slowed down to about 10 or 15 mph and I could clearly make out a young boy maybe about 8 or 10 dressed in attire of a child in the early 1900s. Flat cap, trousers, white button up shirt, with black shoes. (For those who have seen Insidious he reminded me a lot like the little boy Renee found playing with her record player when they moved into a new house.)

At this point I’m still intrigued, but as I approached this spirit I realized that while I can make out his attire and a toothy smile, that’s all I could see. The child had no eyes or nose, just black. I instantly got the feeling of just wanting to get out of there so I press the gas a little harder and with no where to go but through him I held my breathe and drove on. As I went through the area where he was standing my radio which at this point was crystal clear, had cut to white noise with almost a shrieking high pitch sound and as soon as it came, it was gone. But right before it turned back to the radio I heard a small child’s laugh. I looked in the rear-view mirror and could see the silhouette of the apparition turn slowly and then run into the other side of the corn on the right. It has been almost three years since it has happened and since then my stomach with occasionally get that same sharp pain that I’ve never experience otherwise when I go to certain places, touch certain things, or dream certain dreams. I do believe it’s like a compass in a way, letting me know that there are spirits or strong energy around me. The entire duration was maybe two minutes, but it seemed like much longer.

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