It was a while back, when I was about 12 or 13 (I am 14 now), and I was in my kitchen eating a blueberry muffin when I saw a young boy with blonde hair, no older than 9 or 10, wearing a blue shirt, ran up my stairs. I thought it was my brother or his friend (he had a sleep over that night) so I went into his room and he and his friends were still sleeping and none of them had a blue shirt on.
About a week or so later, I had a friend sleeping over and we both started to smell blueberries when I realized I was eating a blueberry muffin when I first saw the boy. Then I was again in my kitchen and I saw a glow of some sort in the mirror by the front door. So as I walked toward there I could've sworn I saw a young woman's face. She was very pretty with blonde hair. I ran over there and there was nothing there but the coat hangers were moving as if something was.
Again, about 2 years ago, my mother came home from work one morning and she was eating breakfast. The garage door began to open and close repeatedly. Another time, my dog actually sensed it. It was around 10:00 p.m. and my mom was the only one awake and my dad was out of town. My mom was getting ready for bed when Maisey started barking. She was looking into the darkness and my mom tried to calm her down. Then she began to get low to the ground and squinted her eyes like someone was hitting her or petting her. She ran out into the hallway and woke me up. My mom was still in her room trying to get Maisey back in there but she just started crying.
I forgot about everything until last night (March 3rd) when I saw a little girl sitting on my bed. I asked her all sorts of questions. She did not speak. She was very young about 6 years old and had short blonde hair and bangs. I asked her her name and she wrote it down. I do not remember exactly what it was because it was French. I noticed it was another language and I am currently taking German and it looked like German, but when I asked her she said it was French. I believe her name started with a B but I am not certain. She began to walk around and play with my stuffed animals. I was afraid to ask her how she died, for she seemed so happy and I didn't want to ruin her spirits. Then the next thing I knew, she was just gone.
So this morning I was asking my brother, mom, and dad if they knew any thing about a young French girl that died and they all have no clue what I'm talking about. My question for all of you is, how is it possible to have so many ghosts in my house when it is brand new and nobody has died here. I also want to know if it would be safe to use a Ouija board to find out more about them.
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