In 1987 when I was around 8 may family moved into a new
house on a beautiful street with a lot of kids. Of course
mostly boys. So I started to hang out with a girl named
Danielle, she was 2 years younger and the only other girl
on the block.
Danielle lived in a large home with a third floor and
attic. Her room was on the third floor along with a
bathroom and another bedroom. The attic was in the middle
of the hallway with steps leading to it and then a door.
It was mostly used for storage and such. When we were at
her house we always played on the third floor. We were
friends for a while when she started telling me about
Karen. Karen was a girl who she said lived in the house
long ago. Karen got stuck in the attic and died from the
heat in the summer. Danielle and her sister Allison
frequently talked about Karen and how at night she would
mostly come around. They were not afraid of her and I
never saw her even though sometimes I would get eerie
feelings when I spent the night.
Four years later Danielle's family moved. I was now 12 and
we really didn't see each other that much anymore because I
made new friends from school. A new family moved in with a
young son and a daughter Bridgette. Their mother, asked me
if I could start babysitting them sometimes on the
weekends. My mom lived down the street and I was very
reliable being the oldest of 4 kids.
Eventually I started babysitting a lot, mostly after school until their mom's got
home from work. Bridgette's room was the same room that
Danielle lived in. I will never forget this day as long as
I live. We were playing a boardgame and Bridgette told me
that she met a new friend Karen who lived in her house. I
didn't want to act scared so I asked her some questions.
She told me everything that Danielle had.
She said Karen was her friend. I am now 23 and the family
has had 3 other girls and a little boy since then and I am
still very close with them. The whole family knows about
Karen. The kids have never been scared and nothing bad has
happened. The strange thing is is that when the kids get
older they don't see her. Bridgette is now 18 and stopped
talking about her when she was 10, although she remembers.
The family has recently moved and a new family has moved
in. My family has also moved from the neighborhood. I
hope Karen likes her new roomates and they treat her the
way the two families have.
Contact me here: csmith@sorbee.com
Submitted From: