Little Girls In The Hallway

I bought my current house back in 2006. It is a fairly small home, but perfect for me and my wife. The house next to me has had 4 different occupants since we moved in. Before we moved in, a neighbor had told us that no one can stay in that house very long, but no one really knows why.

The experience I had came at a time when the vacant house next door was occupied. Now, I am only speculating that the house next door may be haunted. But the experience I had in my house is the only experience I have had. So I wonder, if it is haunted next door that maybe the ghost, if that is what it was, expanded its realm to my house since it didn't have the privacy that it was used to?

My wife usually gets home around 5 in the afternoon and I get home from work around 3 pm. I usually take a shower immediately since I have a physical job. I was going through my normal routine. I was starting to strip down for the shower; I had the door closed and was almost completely undressed when my cat started meowing very loudly. My dog started going nuts. This is the behavior they usually exhibit when my wife pulls into our driveway. Well, it being over an hour before time for her to be home, I thought to myself that maybe she got off early. About that time I heard footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like 2 different sets. I thought how odd that she was able to get into the house so quickly. Meanwhile the cat and dog are still flipping out.

I then heard a small girl's voice laughing and saying, "I guess they're not home" and then another little girl laughed. This was right outside of the bathroom door. Then I heard the footsteps go into the bedroom. Being a logical person, the idea of a ghost did not enter into my mind. I seriously thought someone had broken into my home. I got as dressed as I could as quickly as I could. I barged out of the bathroom, looking in the bedroom first and shouting, "Who's here?" I double checked the driveway and my wife was not home. There was no car in the driveway. I checked every closet, nook, and cranny in the house and didn't find a thing. The cat and dog were still acting up a bit and looking around and up at the ceiling. I called my wife and she was still at work. I told her what happened and, of course, she laughed at me. I can't blame her. But I can't explain this logically.

Coming from a skeptic, it has opened my eyes to the "possibility" that there could be forces out there that could be true that are usually laughed away. I am not as quick to dismiss someone's story as ludicrous like I used to, and now I usually listen with interest when someone talks about an experience that they may have had in the past.

This isn't the only experience I have had in my life, but it is the most non*explainable one. Luckily it is the only experience in my current residence. This happened around 4 years ago.