The Old House

When I was a little girl about the age of six, me and my sister would lay in bed and we could hear noises at night going up and down the stairs of our house. Our brother would be sleeping and our parents would be too. We always slept in the same bed together, so we wouldn't be as scared at night.

One night it got real bad. I say this because of what happened this night and has as the nights go by. Me and my sister were laying down for bed this night and we heard the steps going down the stairs as always, but this time it was coming to our room. We were more scared and the next thing we know we heard a voice say 'let's play, let's play.' We looked at each other and put our heads under the covers. My sister looked out and then she came back under the covers and said that there is a girl at the end of our bed. I didn't believe her so I looked and I saw her. The little girl is the one that said 'let's play.'She was wearing a white gown and had medium brown hair. We yelled for our mom and dad, but by the time they came she was gone.

The next night everything happened again, but this time we didn't call for our parents. We looked at her and she still would say 'let's play'. This kept happening for a week. We finally told our mom and she said we will see what we can do. Me and my sister didn't know what she meant by that, but we said okay any way.

More things happened and then we could hear more things. It always sounded like a baby crying but we weren't for sure. Our mom heard it too at times, and she would look at one of us thinking it was us. And one day she was going to be getting home late because she was going to go research something.

Our mom told us later on that she looked up the history of our house and it said that the father killed the mother and the girl that we always saw. It also said there was a baby that died also, because the mother was about to have a baby. So we moved out of the house and everything seems fine again.