This is our story about the boy buried alive under the floor. about two years ago my sister and i were babysitting our younger brother. a couple of weeks before our dad had been laying our new floorboards. we had been told about a young boy who had been abused and later killed by his mum.

anyway on the night we were babysitting our younger brother had fallen asleep, when we heard a faint tapping under the floor. we assumed this was some kind of vermin. the noises carried on throughout the next half an hour. they started to get louder so we investigated in the back room. as we entered the room, we heard someone crying. we began to get extremley scared as it was coming from the floor.

we ran into the front room to see if it was our brother. but he was still sound asleep. the tapping from under the floor started to get harder. one of the floorboards was still lose as our dad hadn't finished laying it. we slowly crept over to it and opened it. there was suddenenly a hurried scamper under us yet we saw nothing.

i dropped the floorboared and ran out into the hall with my sis following me.

luckily our parents opened the front door. they must have seen our faces because they suddenly became concered.we explained what had just happened to us, and how we had heard someone or something under the floor. later that evening our parents told us that before we had moved into our house a young boy and his mother had lived there and that the boy was said to be mad and was often referred to the mental institute, his mother had not been able to cope with this so one night she beat him until he was unable to move and pushed him under the floor. she then went out to the local park and hung herself. the boy had died of the beatings, starvation and thirst. we were so freaked out about this, that we could not be alone in the house let alone sleep!!!our parents soon decided to move, and we have never gone back.