Late last year my family and I were coming home from the
movies, around 9:30. When my dad unlocked the door all of
us heard a weird/odd sound coming from the back of the
house, unfortunately my room happens to be in the back of
the house. Terrified, I pushed my dad in first to check it
out, although he found nothing.
My family and I ended up blowing it off and watched some T.
V show until around 11:00. By then my parents were off to
bed, leaving my sister, my brother and I up alone. At that
time, my brother left us to take a "long" shower and my
sister decided to try to get some sleep.
I was left alone watching some T. V show when I hear the
noise again. Scared I woke up my sister to see if she can
hear it too. She was too tired to notice anything, shrugged
it off, and fell back asleep.
My room happened to be near my sisters, at the end of the
hallway. I decided to go change into my p. J's. When I was
coming back down the hallway my mother had left some
picture frames she wanted to hang, at the end of the
hallway, which reflected like mirrors. As I went to turn
the corner towards the kitchen something caught my eye that
reflected off of the frame, that stood in my doorway.
Nervously I turned to see what it was and there stood a
little girl of Indian descent, with a white dress, and long
black hair and red marks around her neck. As our eyes met,
the noise I heard before was very intense and I freaked out
and screamed for my brother, the only other one awake. As I
screamed for him, the little Indian girl walked to the back
wall of my room and disappeared.
I told my mother about this story over and over again, not
once did she believe me. Yet, about a year later when she
went to wake my sister up for school and was packing her
lunch something caught her eye in the room next to her. She
saw a little girl and thought it was my sister sneaking up
behind her. My mother walked to the room to catch her, but
there was nothing there. She hesitated and then thought to
check on my sister to see if she was all right, and there
she was still sound asleep. My mother then came storming
into my room, panicky asking "Did she have a white dress?
and black hair," and I answered "yes she did..... you saw
her didn't you," and my mother just replied "yes, I did."
I looked up our house history later that same year and came
to find out that our house is built upon an Indian Burial
Ground.
Contact me here: Emmy1560@aol.com
Submitted From: