Girl at the Bottom of the Stairs

I don't exactly how to categorize my experience an apparition or physical manifestation, but I am new to all this, so here I go. Living in Bedford all my life, our family was getting bigger. When my middle sibling, Sabrina, was born my parents decided to get a bigger house. So they purchased a four bedroom house not far from my birth home. I remember on the first day there, me and my sister were in our teens, while our parents were moving things from our old home to the new house, me and my older sister were told to look after Sabrina. I remember floor boards were bare and there was floral wallpaper in this one room, which, we were advised by mum and dad to stay in until they returned. I remember having a scared sensation about the house, either because it was big and dark or just plain empty and dull.

Now, a couple of years into living in this house, and disobeying my parents orders to come up late at night, I started to see a young girl aged about 8 or 10 years old, with long black hair draped over her face wearing a white olden days dress with what looked like a cold mist around her. Now every night I went to bed late I would see this girl standing there with head down, unable to see her face, I could feel her eyes piercing the back of my neck always getting a cold sensation rushing to my bedroom, praying and hoping she didn't follow. Even when I came home from clubbing I dreaded turning off the light and taking my first step on the stairs. For years upon years I kept seeing this young girl always calling out to my mum trying to keep some communication with the real world.

A good 13 to 14 years passed and I was convinced I was scaring myself every night imagining this young girl etc. But eventually I told my mum about what I was seeing, and my older sister over heard the conversation and came running into my room to explain how for years if she was the last person coming up would see the same girl, just standing there lifeless. From that point on I knew it could not have been my imagination and my older sister, different being, different mind was experiencing the same thing. My mum soon after blessed the house in her own Indian way and now the house feels more like a home.