It's true. I do. My girls do,too. Not like that kid in The Sixth Sense. They don't hang out with me, or chat about the weather with me, and my therapist is most definetely NOT an earth bound spirit. We do however expirience more than our fair share of paranormal happenings.
It was one of the reasons that we moved 3 months ago. Ok, the crack head neighbours and the slum - like conditions didn't make us partial to the place, either. The truth is the townhouse felt "off" from the minute that we 1st moved in. We moved in anyway, desperate for a home near the school that the 2 youngest girls missed so much since our last move.
It was a townhouse like any other. It was an end unit, with a small livingroom, diningroom, & kitchen,and a miniscule 2 piece bathroom on the main floor. The upstairs contained 3 bedrooms, and the main bathroom. An unfinished basement completed the unit. Hubby and I took the basement, so that each of the girls could have their own room. I didn't mind - at first.
I can't really say for certain what the first indication that our ghost had followed us was. KC was scared to be alone in her room , but considering some of her past expiriences, I couldn't blame her. Maybe it was Hubby complaining to me about the girls tickling his toes at night, or the way that I pulled the blankets off of him some nights. The cupboard doors in the kitchen were always open, even if I was home alone, or I had just closed them. Then we started seeing Her.
At first, we thought that it was J, our youngest. I would see a little blonde head just above the stair railing, coming down the stairs. When the blonde head reached the bottom of the stairs, she simply vanished.
KK was having problems of her own. She seemed to get he worst of it. Her bed shook at night, she actually fought with unseen hands to keep her blankets on the bed each night. Voices called to her when she tried to drift off to sleep. Then, there was the face in the mirror. A little girl of about 8 with blonde hair and an icy smile.
I suppose that I could write this all off as mass hysteria. Except for one thing.....Nobody was talking about what was happening. I hadn't told the girls, they hadn't told us...everyone was suffering in silence.
The worst of it seemed centered around KK. Alone in the tub one night, a woman appeared in the bathroom, slowly making her way to the tub, where KK was bathing. When they made eye contact, KK let out a scream that defies description. It was the kind of scream that makes your blood run cold. I knew as I ran up those stairs, this was real terror. I felt it in my bones, and I also knew, then and there, that we needed to move.
The problem was, and still is, that our ghost, the little blonde haired girl, has been with us, for about 3 years now. She has been a part of our lives since about the time that Hubby started working at the former children's residence, the haunted hell hole that nearly drove Hubby crazy.
We have been here since June. I love it here. For the first time in years, I feel comfortable. The girls are no longer afraid to be home alone, and the house doesn't feel oppressive or unwelcoming. It has been more than 3 months and there have no strange happenings, or unexplained events. Our little house has a lightness, a homey, comfortable feel to it. In fact, I love it here. I hope that our little ghost does, too, because she is bound to show up, sooner or later.....