TRIGGER WARNING: Violent child death.
This - is probably the most disturbing story I've ever shared in my entire life.
I don't know where to begin so I'll just start at the beginning. Bonnie Springs operated here in Vegas until early this year. And it was notoriously haunted. The past two years, a friend and I decided to attend its Halloween event "Bonnie Screams" and had a blast.
Now I probably am somewhat of a medium - because what I experienced there proved there is more to me than just "seeing spirits".
It happened over both years. And started when we went to what was considered the most haunted place on property: the old playhouse. A magician was doing a magic show and the first thing I noticed upon entering was a small girl, maybe 7 with pigtails standing on the stage. I didn't think anything of it at the time - even if she quickly seemed to go backstage.
Now during the show, there were several papers set up on the wall, and one and ONLY one was flapping in an invisible wind. While I enjoyed the show I spent much of the time noticing this - and finally understood why when he got to his "ghost trick".
He spoke of the little girl who supposedly haunted the building we were in.
She was murdered we were told. And when he tried to communicate using a bell and rope, and asked where she was... Well I told him she was on stage. He didn't have to ask. Instead the bell rang in the affirmative upon my accusation.
I went pale. But the rest of the show proceeded as normal. Though I thought of the girl the rest of the night and was thoroughly disturbed.
The next year, is when things turned spooky.
Again, she was there when I got inside. But this year, as the magician comes out I remind him of me and my story. And tell him she was still there - on stage right now. The magician I think thought I was playing a joke - but decided to make a "game" of it when the ghost trick again came up.
Big mistake.
For the first several minutes, it was a dud. So he decided to get me into it just out of pure curiosity. He asked if she was near me, and did not get an answer. And then, cautiously stepped up behind the woman currently holding the rope the bell was attached to and asked if she was there, on stage.
The bell rang for a straight minute.
Then the banging started. It was loud and angry. And came from every wall in the room. There was mild panic from the audience and my blood ran cold. After another minute of this; it stopped. And the terrified magician continued his act as quickly as possible. He probably just wanted me the hell out of there I gathered.
That night, for the first time in my entire life I believe a spirit attempted to make contact with me.
I went to sleep - but I didn't dream. Not the typical dream at least. In the dream, I was in the old west (NOTE: Bonnie Springs is a ranch) and I was being violently yanked along by a man in the shadows. Except I wasn't me, I was the murdered little girl. I fought, and I screamed; and I begged for my life. Completely helpless as he dragged me, yards past the old schoolhouse on the property.
That's when I saw the Axe. It was awful. Words can't describe the horror of watching this man, who I never could get a good look at, tearing into the little body with an axe. Over an over. Until the cries stopped - and he kept going. It seemed like an eternity before the man started digging what I assume was her shallow grave...
I woke up in a deep sweat, completely startled and knowing exactly where that poor girl died. Where she was buried. Everything.
As I said, this year Bonnie Springs was torn down to make room for more homes. It makes me sad that given so long has passed since her murder, I can't help her. I can't go back there to help her find whatever peace she wants and there's likely no remains to be found anymore.
A part of me hopes she only wanted someone, anyone to know what happened to her. That maybe she found peace in knowing she was able to get that message to me. Maybe she's in heaven now.
But it makes me horribly sad to believe that she may still be there. And continue to walk this Earth in these new homes.
To the little girl at Bonnie Springs Ranch, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm sorry you had such a violent death. And I hope someday, somehow you find the peace you seek.
Just saw your update. Wild.
Quick question for you: Is your dream still clear in your memory?
Because as I read this page, I realized when I saw my post I had ZERO memory of that dream (related in the comments) or even of posting here.
I have in the past believed that whenever I'm "near" something paranormal, it's quite fuzzy when I try to remember, unless I write it down quickly. Not sure if that's just me getting old or if it happens to everyone.