This is a true tale. Do not take it lightly. Ghosts do not hang on to places; they hang onto people. That’s until they are finish with their unfinished business.
Every night in my room, around maybe three in the morning, a little Indian ghost boy shows up. His name, he says, is Little Bear Claw. His parents were feuding with another Indian family over some land. He was 18 when he died.
The other family had a beautiful daughter. They fell in love. He would sneak around to see her, to just be with her. He didn’t care if they were born enemies. He knew he loved her. He told his parents he was going to marry her, but they said no. So, at night he would sneak out to meet her, where he proposed. She said yes but she wanted to tell her parents. He told her she couldn’t, because he knew they wouldn’t approve.
So, they made a plan. They were going to run away together. The girl’s family found out. Her …