Three Murdered Boys

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This is my one and only experience. I was about 5 or 6 when this happened. I'm not sure because I'm now 36. My parents died when I was five. So this must have happened when I was six because it happened in my second foster home. I saw my parent's death when there was a car accident. I don't remember much but I do remember them being crushed. That might be why I was able to see the boys.

Well, I was passed around to several different foster homes and was never adopted. Me not speaking for two years didn't help. I don't remember much from that house. I do remember that a really nice lady and her husband were my foster parents. I was the only child there at that time. I never really cared for the husband.

One night I couldn't get to sleep, as I usually hadn't been able to. I think I opened my eyes and saw another child standing there. He seemed about my age and he was nude. He was crying with tears running down his face. I was so scared I covered my head. I think I just laid there for the rest of the night. I think it happened a few times. Maybe three times before it changed.

On the fourth time the boy was just standing there. He had bruises all over him. I remember thinking that they were like the ones I had. The bruises. His genitals were also gone. The next time there were two boys. The new one looked worse. I think one of his eyes was hanging out of his head and his face was all battered. His genitals were also gone.

The third time was the worst. There were three and the third had his throat cut. It seemed like someone had hacked at it with a knife. I don't remember much but I was told that during the day I would sit in the room and rock back and forth holding my chest staring at the entrance to the storage space. After that I was moved to a different household.

Just recently I found out what had happened. The wife tracked me down to tell me. Apparently three of the many boys that stayed in that house disappeared. The wife honestly didn't know what had happened to them. Apparently one day while I was still there she had to retrieve something from a small storage space in a wall in my room. She had been hunting around and found some loose boards. She moved them and saw a body of a boy.

Of course she called the police. The husband was at work at the time. Three bodies were removed and the husband arrived. She said he was acting really weird. Later the police came back and arrested the husband and the wife. They searched the house and found videos of the boys. The husband was a pedophile. There were videos of me in the collection. He was convicted and was sentenced to life and she was released.

The only reason she contacted me was that he had just died in prison. She was the only reason I remembered the boys.