My name is Ana and this happened to me when I was around 9 years old. I moved from Japan to LA when I was 7 with my two older brothers and sister, my little brother Jun and our mom. (My parents weren't divorced. My dad had to stay back because of his job but arrived a year later.)
One day, my mom, Matthew, and Catalyn, (siblings, the two oldest) all went grocery shopping while Jun, Ron and I stayed home. Jun and I were playing when I felt someone pull my hair. I thought it was him so I hit him back and got in trouble from Ron. I told him what happened and he just ignored it. So did I.
The next day, when in my parents' room looking for paper to draw on, a little girl about my age that time, appeared in the doorway. She had brown hair in pigtails and was wearing a knee-length white dress. We just stood there looking at each other. Then she walked away without a word. I remembered we had some company that day so when they left, I asked my mom if that was their daughter but she had no idea what I was talking about. I argued and gave up because my mom was getting annoyed.
Two days after, when I was watching TV in the living room, Catalyn came to me and said my friend was waiting at the door for me I said "What friend? I don't know anyone here." Then she pulled me and dragged me to the door where there was no one. She was confused but then said "She was there earlier." I asked her what the girl looked like and she described the girl I had seen when I was in my parents' bedroom. Now, my curiosity was getting to me. And being young that time, I never really feared anything and the word "GHOST" never came to my mind either. I told myself the next time that girl showed up, I'd try to talk to her and ask why she was following me.
Three weeks passed and I hadn't seen the girl. Until the next day. I went to my brother Jun and Ron, who were both in Matthew's room looking for some video game. I just stayed there because I wanted to. While they were searching, I saw the girl in my brother's bed! Jun and Ron didn't see her because they were looking in the closet. Then I just yelled "Hey! Why do you keep following me? Do you want something?" My brothers asked who I was yelling at, but I ignored them. The girl was leaving and I followed her to my room. I tried talking to her. To my surprise, she talked back. She said that she was dead and that this used to be her house. She, and her mother and father were murdered by her older sister because her parents always favored her more. Even though their parents loved them the same. She told me she misses her sister even though jealousy is what made her dead. (Her sister is still alive.) When she finished, I couldn't believe my ears. I said I didn't believe her and that this was joke. I then said "What's your name and why have you been following me? You know, this is a very good joke you're playing, 'Cause you're already creeping me out." She said "I'm Sally. This isn't a joke. I'm a ghost. I'll prove it to you." After that, she walked through my wall and then came back. Now, I was getting scared. I was having an actual conversation with a ghost. I wanted to scream, but then I said "Aren't ghosts usually mean? Why are you so nice?" She told me that she was nice and all she wanted was a friend. I found out through her that we're the third residents of this house and that whenever she tried making friends with some of the other kids, they'd get scared. Then the family would end up moving out.
Well, now I'm 13, and from that day, I wasn't afraid of Sally anymore because I knew she meant no harm. She became my "friend" and we always talk, even though I'm the only one who knows about her.
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