When I was about one and a half I wouldn't go to sleep
(you might think this is normal but I was usually good at
going to bed until then). My mum and dad would put me to bed but about five minutes
after that I would get up and start playing with my toys.
One night my dad was starting to get annoyed so he came up,
lay me down, and asked me why I didn't want to go to sleep?.
I told him that the little girl was waking me up and she
wanted to play. I didn't have any brothers or sisters then
so my dad was confused and asked me what little girl?. I
pointed at my radiator and said "that little girl”. My dad
got really scared, picked me up and took me downstairs and
told my mum. They both didn't know what to think so I
started sleeping in my mum and dads room until they knew
what to do.
My dad went around asking our new neighbours (we had only
just moved in the house) if they knew of any local little
girls that had died recently but they all said "no", so my
dad went to see a woman that knew things about ghosts and
told her the story. She told my dad to put me in my room
that night and wait for me to go to sleep, then go down
stairs and wait for the ghost to wake me up and then when
the ghost did wake me up to go up stairs and shout at the
ghost. Tell it that I needed my sleep because I was only
little and tell it to go away and leave me alone.
That
night my dad did shout at the ghost. And from then on I
slept all through the night with no problems, until last
summer.
We decorated my room for the first time since we had
moved in (and for the first time since the ghost incident)
it took us about four days and when it was finally finished
I didn’t get to sleep in my room because we went straight
to the isle of white after we had finished it.
We were getting our friend Hannah to feed our cats while
we where away and one night she had brought her friend
round while she was doing it. They both came upstairs to
feed my fish that were in my room when her friend saw the
ghost. He told Hannah that there was a little girl standing
by the radiator. Hannah couldn’t see it but her friend was
really scared so they both got out the house. When we got
back they told us and I was really scared to sleep in my
room, so for about two months I slept in my sisters room but
my sister was getting annoyed with that so one night my dad
shouted at the ghost again and I slept in my room again.
We don’t know why the ghost came back but we think it
might be because the room had changed and she thought
that someone new was there.
But she has never been back since.
We are moving soon and I hope that the ghost doesn’t
frighten the new people that live there or even worse move
with me.
Contact me here: hedgehogsandmonkeys@yahoo.co.uk
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