This just happened Friday 6/20/03. My father in law just passed away on 4/30/03.

My daughter Krystal was playing in her trampoline with the trampoline tent on it that her grandpa bought her at 5:15pm. We have just moved into his house after his passing. The dogs were underneath the trampoline and she noticed the tuck their tails and were looking to the area of the door on the trampoline up through the bottom of the tent. Now mind you, she was crying her eyes out while telling me this. When she looked to the door (about 4' from her) was a boy sitting in the doorway. He had blonde hair, white shirt, and blue shorts.

She told me that she could see right through him. She was to startled to speak and just then her cousin Dylan came running up to the tent from the house and just before he got there the boy disappeared. She told Dylan what had just happened and he got scared and ran back to the house. Just as he got into the house the boy reappeared.

Krystal said her heart was racing and all she could do was stutter when she tried to talk to the boy. Dylan came back outside and the boy disappeared once again. At this point Krystal got out of the tent and ran to the house. Malinda said she was inside when Krystal ran in the house in a panic and ran straight to her room. This all happened at about 5:15 pm Friday. Later on that night we had neighbors over showing them pictures of Malinda's dad we found in the house. Krystal picked up a picture of Malinda's dad when he was six years old and said "this is the boy that was in the tent with me today. He had on a white shirt, blue shorts and low cut socks.

We all just couldn't stop from wondering if that was my wife's dad that visited Krystal as a child. Later on that day Krystal told me that this was not the first time she had these type of things happen to her. She once saw her Grandmother walking through the house in League City. This is the same grandmother that when attending her funeral, Krystal was between my wife and I at the coffin and she held her hand about five inches above the grandmothers hands. I asked "what are you doing?" and Krystal told us that grandma is rubbing my hands".

I said "Can you feel her touching you?" and she says "yes". Later on she described to me that it was like her hand was resting in grandma's hand and that she was stroking the top of her hand with her other hand. All weekend long the only thing that kept crossing my mind was that movie with the little boy "I see dead people"..