This story took place in Colombia.My grandmothers friend owned a very big house,and it had a huge backyard. we didn't really like to visit because there was always a little boy that walked across the yard from her back door to where the yard ended, and then he would disappear. every person who would visit her saw the boy. personally it scared the shit out of me but it didnt seem to bother her. Until one day she decided to investigate what was going on in her house and found out that there had been a massacre in the house many years ago. She hired people to dig up her backyard and they found human bones everywhere.They took the bones out and the little boy never appeared again. She got the house blessed but she still moved out.