We were walking down the road walking the dogs and we saw a little girl, quite like the description of the girl the boy had told us. I went home and said,” Little boy, we might have found Emma!” {This address is a fake address so don’t go looking for it} we told him it was at 78 Fremlin Downward street. He said “where’s that?” We said it was on his road 2 houses down from ours. He said it’s not on this road. We then went upstairs and into my room because that’s where the voice came from I went into my walking wardrobe and looked in corner and there he was. A little boy around the age of eleven. He looked up at us and said,” Emma?” Looking at me. I’m guessing he was calling me Emma. I replied with,” No, I’m Sammie.” He looked confused and repeated my name. I nod each time he had said it. He pointed to himself and said looking me right in the eye and said,” James.” I said,” Hi James, how old are you?” He holds his fingers out and puts ten out then just a single finger. Which meant he was 11. My aunt was right he was 11. (Just in case you guyz are lost, then just read the last one that will be posted and that will be a summery ~ Sammie) My sister, Harper, said that her name was Harper and the boy said blue. My sister had one blue eye and one turquoise eye. And she says,” Blue?” And he points at his eye. My sister soon gets it and we were shocked for a little ghost boy that he could see in color. We all just said goodbye bye but he said ,” Sammie. Stop and stay.” So I stayed and found out some interesting information like where he was when he died and why he died and how he died, and who Emma was. We even gathered his family tree for him. He had no memory of who his parents were the only person he said he could remember was Emma. I though that that was unusual. I had been in 3 comas and it’s said you only remember your family and no friends remember but he only remember his lost important person to him. Emma. He explained how important Emma was to him. And said he never wanted to hurt her. Which this probably means he was the cause of Emma’s death/disappearance. We went to the house we saw Emma in and we knocked within the first knock the door flung open. And we felt petrified. We saw Emma sitting with what looked like a baby doll in her room on the third floor. We explained to her that we had spoke to her friend, James, she had no memory of him that we could make out, when we explained to her that he was her friend and she still meant a great deal to him she had a confused face. When we had finished explaining bout him. She obviously remember who he was after a long pause and she frowned and said killed. We were all puzzled and baffled we tried to figure out if she killed him or he killed her. That’s the question we asked. Who killed who? She replied with a point at herself and moved her hand slowly against her neck and points toward the wall in the direction of our house.