Conan
Sent in by: Denny Shy
We all knew about Conan growing up although we had never met him. Conan was a small boy maybe six or seven years old who lived with my friend Bob. There was only one problem. Conan has been dead for well over 30 years.
I met Bob when I was about sixteen. He used to tell me stories of a small boy who lived at his house. He would say objects would just move by themselves.
I recall a night sleeping over at Bob's and having nightmares of an eyeless child asking me for help. My friend Nic, who lived with Bob, would awaken to someone jumping on his bed then would run from the house.
Sean, another good friend, would leave the house after being pelted with pens and pencils.
The four of us decided one day to research the house's past, what we found was startling. 35 years ago, a child that lived in that house was runover and killed by a passing truck. His parents moved away a year later, the boy never left.
The ghost was named on the last night I spent at that house in Overland, Missouri. Graduation had came and went and Bob was going to move. It was a Winter evening. Bob, Sean, Sean's girlfriend, and myself were waiting for Nic and his fiancee to arrive. Without warning, the front door began to shake. We laughed it off believing it to be Nic. I looked out the door. It felt like an ice box. Suddenly, the door stopped, footsteps went up the stairs. Sean's girlfriend hid behind the couch. The steps came back down causing Sean and I to fall over. The backdoor opened and all was silent. After we all calmed down, we turned on the T.V. to watch Conan O'Brian. It was then we decided to name our friend.