Sad Little Ghost Boy

Many will say a story such as this can not be true.  I am insane...schizophrenic maybe?  But I know what I saw that night.  I remember the cold feeling going over my body, the despair.  I was around the age of 17, maybe 16.  I was completely sober, no self medicating that day.  That means I could not sleep.  Insomnia is a tricky little shit and it loves to play with me.  It was dark in my room so I couldnt see, but I had this feeling that something or someone was standing by my bed.  I found my remote and turned the tv on as quickly as possible.  Back then I had the luxury of cable without having to give big brother my precious time to be able to pay for it haha so I flipped it to some family guy to get rid of the nagging feeling of eyes staring into my soul.  And then....it happened. First it was a feeling, cold and deeply sad.  No, Id say it was more than sadness.  It was more like a feeling so deep that there is no word to describe it and I was so cold.  It was a type of cold from within my body, not out.  Then...he was there...in a split second he was just there.  A child, thats what messed with me the most, he was just a child.  Messy blond hair and dirty over alls with no shirt.  Overall he had an old timey look to him.  It wasnt his appearance that scared the piss out of me though.  It was the fact that he had his hands on either side of his head and he was shaking his head so violently, so fast that I no longer could even make out the shape of his head.  He was a blur.  A small, sad, yearning for something blur.  And then, as if that wasnt enough, this small ghost child had to speak.  He just had to.  The strangest of voices echoes through my head when I think back saying ,"Problems, problems, PROBLEMS."  Finally just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared.  Leaving a strange silence floating around my room and a memory Ill never be able to forget. So, maybe I am crazy.  Let me tell you though, its never boring in crazy town.