In April of 1998 I finally moved out of my parents house into an upper flat with a good friend from my childhood. It was a very small place(you had to duck when you went down the stairs)consisting of 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, living room and a bathroom, you also had to duck to blow dry you hair. We lived above the landlady who was old and very ornery. All was well except for her occasional complaints of the noise and the hours we kept.

In June I was sitting on the floor of the living room having my hair trimmed by my friend Tasha. Our landlady came up the stairs crying and informed us that the little boy who used to live at our house had died. This struck me as sad but I didn't really know him and had little affect on me at that point. Later that summer I heard that because of the stress of losing her child, the mother of the little boy had left her husband and no one knew where she was. This was in July. It is rather hot in July in MI, we lived in a small flat with no air-conditioning except for the window unit I had purchased for my bedroom. So I always kept my door closed. It was very difficult to open also.

One night I was sleeping and I felt something sit on my bed behind me. We had a cat so I thought nothing of it. I just yelled at her to leave me alone and fell back asleep. The next day I was talking to my roommate about her cat waking me when she said Luca(the cat) had been in her room the whole night because she kept waking her up by scratching her. I chalked it up to my imagination and blew it off.

A few nights later the same thing happened and I also felt something touch my feet. I looked and saw nothing. That is when I stared to get scared. Things started to disappear, and sometimes I would hear children's laughter. I told my mom about the happenings and she didn't believe me, my roommate talked about it again and I found out that on a night Luca was not even in the house, she too had felt something touch her. The things that started disappearing we small objects that may have been thought fascinating to a child.

My 7 year-old cousin spent the night once and got really scared in the middle of the night, she shook me awake and asked if I had heard him, we were sleeping on the fold-out couch in the living room. When I asked who she said, "Dusty." The little boy who had lived there was named Dustin. So I freaked and we went to stay at my mom's house that night. That is when my mom started listening to my story. She said that maybe it was Dustin looking for his mom because it was really the only house he had known, because his mother had left the other place after his death. All I could think was that was to coincidental to me.

In October I decided to move in with my boyfriend, so in November I left. I asked my roommate if anything else had happened, she lives there alone with just the cat now. She said every once in a while she will hear laughter and her keys will jingle when sitting on a table. She isn't as freaked about it as I was. I still won't stay there, she says if it is Dustin she doesn't mind, he's just a little boy.