Ghost Girl In Grandma's House

Because the setting in which the story takes place is new to you, I shall explain the house's structure. Upon entering, there is a small living room, with a hallway at the right. At the end of the hall is the door to the master bedroom. To the right side of the hall are a pair of doors with small windows leading to the kitchen. The doors must be pushed onto the kitchen to be opened. Once in the kitchen, if you turn to your left, there is a door leading to a good sized room, which has a door to the bathroom and a door leading to the backyard.

We visit my Grandmother regularly (usually once every week) and sometimes stay for a day or two. On one occasion, I walked into the kitchen (the double doors were opened) and overheard a conversation between my mom and Grandmother. They talked in a serious tone about a supposed ghost girl haunting the house. Interested in everything paranormal, I sat next to my mom, who was across the table from my Grandmother. I listened more, just breaking into their conversation.

Grandmother proceeded to say that the girl would usually turn on the TV on the living room late at night, or that Grandmother's jewelry would randomly disappear, only to be found neatly placed over everything else in the jewelry box after a few days or even an entire week. Grandmother then said that even my cousin, my two aunts, and uncle would also experience encounters with the girl, such as giggling right in their ears, or finding their things misplaced in locations where they had searched before.

I was unsure about believing or not, but then again, knowing Grandmother, she would never joke around about things like that. In this case, mother and I were to stay here for the rest of the day and four days more since father was still at work.

During the night, I felt someone fiddling with my hair. The force wasn't pulling, it was rather soothing, so I didn't mind much. By the next day, I could feel a strong, sorrowful force. Now I was sure that the girl was, indeed, roaming the house. I felt it was a young child, but still couldn't quite figure out the cause of her death. I decided to talk to Grandmother and see if she knew why the ghost had begin to haunt the house so suddenly. Grandmother explained that the ghost girl had previously inhabited the house across from Grandmother's, however, the people living there had moved away recently, and the girl, afraid of being alone once again, moved over here. I felt heartbroken at hearing this, and was wiling to help her, if only I knew how.

That night, I was outside on the rocking chairs with my mom and two aunts. We came back inside for about half an hour and then came back out. A man who would regularly pass by, offering corn, popsicles, and other treats came by. We bought some things as he asked who the little girl that was sitting outside the house, alone, about twenty minutes ago was. We gave him a confused look, as we all knew that I was the only girl in this house. We shrugged it off and went back inside for some sleep, since it was getting rather late.

The next day, we were all awoken by my 13 year old cousin's frigthened shriek. He had just gotten out of the shower, pointing at his towel, sprawled on the floor, with a scorpion crawling over it. When we asked him what happened, he said that something (or someone) had pulled off his towel (yet he was the only one in the room), and that's when he saw the scorpion. Grandfather killed the scorpion as I interfered with my cousin and Grandmother's discussion. Grandmother suggested that the girl had saved my cousin from the scorpion, even if it meant making herself known.

On the third day of my stay, we spent the day away from the house, but on the last day, I was helping Grandmother cook while suddenly, the kitchen doors burst open and began swaying. There was no way the air could have been moving the doors in such a hot day. The doors begin to move in a rythmic pattern, swaying and then closing, then slowly opening and closing. I turned to Grandmother, who was seemingly not concerned about what was happening, until she said, in a gentle voice,"Leave that door alone this instant, Miss,".

I wish to help her, and I apologize for the story being so long, but I want to know how I can help her cross to the other side.