Little Dead Girl

This is the first time I write about my story. I feel really glad I found this site.

When I was 18 I lived in Queretaro city, Mexico. As you know this is a colonial city, full of stories and legends on the alleys of the old hoods. Some are true, some are not. But this happened in a new neighborhood where my mother and my older brother went to live for a few years.

We rented a small house that was used before as offices. When we arrived to the place, we noticed it was full of mail for a person called Alfonso. Several letters were appointed to him, many papers and other office stuff was on the floor, as if someone had left with no trace.

A couple years passed and everything was normal, until one morning when I woke up and my mother and brother were talking about a little girl, a ghost that turned on the radio when my brother was alone the night before in the house.

I thought it was a lie. I believe in this things but never thought it could happen to me.

One night I arrived to my house about 1am, I went to the movies with some friends and they left me in front of my house. I got in and saw that my mother was asleep, and my brother too. I put on some pijamas and got into bed, when I closed my eyes, I heard, in the room between my room and my mom's. A scream so frightening as the words it was saying. It was the voice of a little person, a girl that was yelling: "HELP ME PLEASE! MY FATHER IS KILLING ME!" (I get goosebumps just remembering that!). She repeated it 3 times.

The next morning I told my mom what I heard the night before and she said that she heard it too. We knew that in that neighborhood there were no children, just old couples, the houses that were behind our house, were offices too.

Some days passed and I was with my mom washing the dishes and suddenly a glass just exploded. There can be many explanations for that, I know, but I still count as spooky.

A few days later I was in my room reading a book, was alone, my family was in the living room watching tv. I have a money box with really old coins. I heard the sound of 3 coins falling and hitting the other coins inside the box, as if someone had put some coins inside.

Later I was asleep in that house, I was beginning to wake up and I heard someone tap three times on my window. I thought it was my brother arriving from college, but I stood up and went to open the door, there was nobody there. My house had closed garage, so no one could climb and tap like joking.

There were few things that occurred after that: Tv turned on when I was taking a bath, sometimes also the channel changed. And I got used to hear her games. I never saw her. When I went out and just for fun said: PLEASE BEHAVE, inmediately a little voice started talking at the back of the house.

And the last thing that happened was that my brother was working on his computer and we had bought a 2 megapixel digital camera. So he was testing it, and he took a picture, and the picture was a white mist walking from my mom's room to mine.

Few week later I came to live to Tijuana and never had any more experiences like that. It just occurred me that maybe the guy that left the house so suddenly could have something to do with this little girl.