This particular story takes place about 8 years ago when I was living in my step-great-grandma's house. (she had given it to us. she no longer resided there.)
I was sitting outback on our porch, looking out to the river and across to pasco. the adults where inside playing poker while my siblings sat in the opposite end of the house watching TV. I heard a young voice call out my name from the right, and turned just in time to see a little boy with black hair smile and run off. I had absolutely no idea who it was and was a shy child, so I just sat there, looking around at nothing. I heard the voice again, still coming from the right, and again say the little boy, just as he ran off. I decided to see what this kid wanted, and began running around the house trying to find him.

Sadly, I never found him, and to this day I am not completely sure who it was or what it was. though, according to a psychic I visited, it was an angel. he had a message for me and appeared as a child my age so as not to scare me, and only had so much time he could spend on earth to tell me the message, but he was never able to tell me. of course, I am still not sure if she was right.