Almost every member of our family has had their share of
ghostly encounters. This particular incident happened to
my aunt about 14 years ago.
She lived with her husband and son in a two story home here in Arkansas. So you can get a
complete understanding of the situation I have to describe the house, or more specifically the upstairs open loft area. When you walk in the front door you are in the living room and immediately to your right is a set up stairs leading up.
The upstairs is totally open so you can look down over the guard rail into the living room below.
One night my aunt, uncle, and their two year-old son were
downstairs in the living room. All the lights in the house
were off. The only light they had was coming from the
television screen. My uncle was the first one to notice
the shadow. He nudged my aunt to look up. There on the
wall above the television was the normal shadow of the
guard rail from the loft. However, you could also see a
shadow of what appeared to be a little girl.
The shadow they were seeing had the outline of a small child, maybe
five or six, wearing what appeared to be a ruffled dress.
(I'm sure everyone knows what I mean by ruffled dress. The
kind of dress parents put their little girls in when they
had to dress up for special occasions. The ruffles make
the skirt part of the dress bellow out instead of hanging
straight down.) This outline is why they first thought it
was a girl. Well, of course my aunt and uncle freaked out.
They jumped off the couch and turned around to look up at
the loft area. There was no one there. When they turned
back to the wall where the shadow was cast it was gone as
well. My uncle took off up the stairs and my aunt could
hear him opening the closet door and the bathroom door. He
came back down a few minutes later. There was of course no
one up there. They decided that the shadow just looked
like a girl in their mind. They knew there was no way
anyone could be up there. The only way into the loft was
the stairs in the living room. So they blew it off and sat
back down to watch television.
Less than five minutes
later they both saw the same shadow again. This time it
looked like whoever was in the loft was running back and
forth in behind the guardrail. My uncle took off up the
stairs again. But, just like the time before there was no
one there. He turned the light on in the loft and came
back downstairs to turn on all the lights in the living
room. They talked about what had happened, and they both
agreed it wasn't a dual hallucination. As they were
sitting in the living room discussing it, their two year-
old son woke up and my aunt picked him up and held him on
her lap as she continued the discussion with her husband.
Of course being a two year-old he was squirming around
trying to get their attention. This went on for about
fifteen minutes, when he suddenly stopped squirming. My
aunt looked down at him to see if maybe he had fallen
asleep. He was staring at the top of the stairs. My aunt
wouldn't have thought anything about it except for the
incident with the shadow that had already occurred twice
that night. My uncle turned around to see what they were
staring at. Like my aunt he saw nothing. Yet, there my
cousin was intently staring at the top of the stairs. My
aunt and uncle then watched in horror as he continued
watching the stairs, though now he was moving his eyes
down the stairs as if he was watching someone walk down
them. As his eyes stopped at the bottom of the stairs he
crawled down off my aunt’s lap and made his way to the
bottom of the stairs. Once there he sat down and preceded
to start talking (in his limited two year-old speech) to
someone on the stairs. He’s yammering away as my aunt and
uncle sit there frozen in fear. By this point he’s
laughing and carrying on with an invisible person, who
from the way he is slightly looking up is sitting on the
second stair from the bottom. His parents are freaking out
at this point. My aunt tells him to come back over to the
couch. He stands up and starts back, turns around and
waves at the stairs. They of course asked him who he was
talking to. His reply, “Lisa”. There is no one in our
family named Lisa. His parents don't know anyone named
Lisa. My aunt is a stay-at-home mom, so it wasn't someone
he met in day care. A lot of people have tried to write it
off as an imaginary friend. But, no one can explain the
shadow my aunt and uncle saw not once, but twice.
After that night my aunt and uncle would find my cousin
playing with someone they couldn't see. He would sit and
carry on conversations with this person, laughing and
playing around. This went on for three whole weeks, until
one night when all three of them were in the downstairs
bathroom. My uncle was giving my cousin a bath and my aunt
came in to talk to them. They laughed and joked around
having a good time. My aunt walks out of the bathroom, but
is called back in to look at something her son was doing.
She sticks her head back in the door and they all laugh at
whatever cute thing my cousin was doing. The only problem
was they also heard a little girl laughing. They stop
laughing and the little girl’s laughter stops a few
seconds later. They then hear another noise. This time it
sounds like its coming from the hallway, it’s a little
girl giggling. My aunt and uncle looked at each other with
their eyes wide in fear. My aunt turns to look over her
shoulder and sees a little girl standing there. She
appeared to be about five or six years old with pale skin,
brown eyes and shoulder length dark hair curled into
ringlets. She was wearing a light blue ruffled dress. As
soon as my aunt laid eyes on her the girl stopped
giggling. The little girl then ran straight at my aunt
brushing past her as she ran into the room beside the
bathroom. My uncle was almost to the doorway of the
bathroom when he saw her run past. By the time he comes
out of the bathroom my aunt has pushed herself flat
against the wall her head turned staring at the doorway of
the room the girl had dashed into. My uncle walks into
the darkened room (which just so happens to be my cousin’s
bedroom) and flips on the lights. He tears the room apart
looking for this girl, but of course there was no one
there. When my aunt regained her senses she joined in the
search. The only exit from the room other than the door
was a window. The window was of course shut and locked
with the outside screen still intact. There was no way for
this girl to have left the room without them seeing her,
not to even mention the short period of time from when she
brushed past my aunt to when my uncle entered the room. At
this point they finally believe that there is “something”
in their house. Upon further questioning of my cousin they
determined that the girl they had seen was in fact the
girl he had been talking to and playing with for the past
three weeks.
The little girl hasn't been seen since that night in the
hallway. My cousin no longer played with invisible people.
However, the story doesn't end there. One week after they
saw the little girl my aunt found out she was two months
pregnant. She gave birth to a little girl less than seven
months later. The little girl had dark hair and dark eyes.
When she was five years old she looked very similar to the
little girl they had once seen. My aunt absolutely refused
to let her daughter wear anything that resembled a ruffled
dress. She also refused to curl her daughter’s hair until
she was around nine or ten. We still to this day joke that
she should have named her daughter Lisa.
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