Growing up, my mother and I lived in a complex building located in Manchester, New Hampshire. I was a very skeptical child, never believed in spiritual things trapped in Earth.
Some of my good friends also lived in the building. One day we all gathered up and started talking about weird things they had seen, I took it as a joke and decided to play along.
My Mom had to work a late shift so I was home alone. As I was trying to sleep, I heard knocking noises and the sound of a childs laughter in the hallway. Thinking it was one of my friends playing a trick on me, I walked out into the hallway to tell them to stop, but no one was there. The hallway was long so it'd take some time to even quickly run away. Too tired to care, I shut the door and went back to bed.
At about five am I awoke to the sound of heavy footsteps. I thought my Mom just came home late from work, so again I tried to sleep. But I startd to hear muffled voices, that sounded a bit watery, hard to explain.
It sounded like a little girl and an elderly woman having a conversation. Curious, I slipped out of bed. I saw a haunched over shadowed figure talking to a little transparent blue one.
I quickly ducked under the covers and tried to fall asleep. The next day I told a friend about it, she told me 50 years ago a little girl drowned in a river near the complex, and her grandmother died trying to save her.
When I arrived home I went to my room and found something suspicious, a glass doll laying on top of my bed. After that I would see shadow figures enter and leave my room, I would also hear the little girl running down the hallway. We also had a park near, the girl used to always swing. It would scare the heck out of my friends.
But of course, they seem harmless, so I learned not to care.
We don't live there anymore but I still have the doll. For some odd reason, I felt as if the girl wanted me to have it.
Should I bring it back?
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