The house still stands there.....empty. If you stand and look at the house you can almost see and hear the anguish and pain that, only a few months before had engulfed the family who once lived there.
It had been an autumn evening when the tragic accident happened.
Their teenage son went, as usual, running straight across the road, only this time a car was coming and he didn't see it.
As he lay there in the road, his lifeless body battered by the impact, everyone was running around crying and hysterical.
Their world had been destroyed in just a matter of of seconds.
His spirit looked on, peaceful.
The leaves that had died on the trees and fallen to the ground were blowing around his body as if they were tiny angels rallying round trying to protect him from futher harm.
If you sit there on an autumn evening looking out of your window you would swear that you could see, just before the leaves die on the trees and fall to the ground, the ghost of the boy still trying to find his way home but never quite making it.
Life still goes on around the spot where the boy died. Cars drive over it, people cross the road, some looking, some not, but the leaves on the tree still, on autumn evenings, blow around like tiny angels in the breeze trying to help the boy return home.
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