I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE DBZ MERCHANDISE
Hello everyone. I promise you this is a true story that happened to me many years ago. I was a very young boy at the time. About 4 years old. I lived in an apartment with my mom and dad in Boston, Ma. Almost every night after we all went to bed I would see a little boy about the same age I was at the time. He would appear in a dark corner of my room. he looked like he had been in some kind of accident as his head was badly crushed to the extent that it seemed to come to a point on top of his skull. Other than that he looked like a normal boy. He seemed solid and real. The first time I saw him I screamed so loud my mom came running into my room and asked me what was wrong. I told her about the little boy but she didn't believe me. She thought I just wanted to sleep in my parents' bed like I did when a thunder storm went through the area. (I was 4, remember). Anyway, this kept happening at least once a week for months and I finaly lost my fear of the little lost looking boy. He seemed friendly and so sad. One night when he came into my room out of the same corner he always came from, I got out of bed and approached him. We stood facing each other for a minute and I reached out to touch his arm. He popped like a balloon. No noise just ,GONE.
I didn't see him again for weeks after that. Then one night I woke up and he was standing by my bed,looking at me. Long story short, we became friends. He would come almost every night and we would play with my toys together. I gave him a name but now, so many years later I can't remember what I called him. I had all along been telling my parents about the little boy in my room but they thought he was just my imaginary playmate. One night I was playing with him on the floor by my closet door and my mom happened to be passing my room and heard me talking to him. I talked to him all the time but he couldn't answer me. His lips would move but no sound would come out. So, my mom comes into my room and she sees him sitting there in front of me and she freaks out. My mom was a tough woman and I had never seen her afraid of anything before or since that day.
She went completely berserk! She turned on the lights and grabbed me out of that room. My Dad came running just in time to see my friend POP out of existence. I told them not to worry. That I had been playing with my friend for a long time (It had been about 2 years by then)and that he wouldn't hurt anyone. They changed bedrooms with me that very night,furniture and all. They got a preist to come in and bless the whole house two days later. I never saw my little friend again. I sure hope he went to wherever he was supposed to go and is happy now. During my life I have seen other strange things from time to time but I don't get involved with them like I did as a child. I tell them to go to God and be happy. I hope they are.