by Darian

Created on: June 25, 2008

The haunting in my house
My daughter wanted me to watch her baby one afternoon. As I was turning onto our street, I met her, she waved and went on. When I was putting the key in the lock, I heard a baby crying. I instantly became upset with my daughter. She had left the baby here alone. She knew I was on my way and I'd be home in minutes. That was no excuse. She should never leave him alone in the house. I went strait to the room where we kept a crib for him and, no baby. I looked over the house and he was not there. The crying stopped. My daughter called to tell me she wasn't going out and would not need me to watch the baby. That was strange. I guessed the noise was coming from a neighbor's yard or something.

I think ghosts and hauntings are like everything else, you either don't think much about it or you don't believe it until it happens to you. I can remember people telling me their tales of ghostly sightings, I would act as if I felt their horror. I would not tell them I didn't believe their story. Truth being, I did not believe in any such happenings, UNTIL it happened to me. I remember the first time I saw a ghost or spirit or whatever they are called. We lived with my granny. My youngest sister was three at the time. My granny lived in a very old house that had no doors to the bedrooms and she hung curtains to cover the door ways. My youngest sister pulled on the curtains and they fell down. A few days later, there she was pulling on the curtains again. She had her back to us and didn't see us watching her. Granny told me to quietly go into the other room and get her a piece of rolled up newspaper that she used to swat us on the behind with when we needed it. As I went into the living room, there sat my sister on the sofa watching tv. I turned back and the little girl was still pulling on the curtain. Who was she? I motioned for granny and my older sister to come to the living room and see what I saw. The three of us stood looking from my baby sister to the little girl pulling on the curtains. The child turned around, smiled at us and disappeared. I am so glad my sister was there to witness this with me because as I would tell the story over the years, she would back me up. A neighbor told us later that a little girl was killed in that house. She suffered a head injury from her father that caused her death. Was this the child we saw?

While my husband, my son, and myself were eating dinner one evening, I heard the baby cry again. I didn't say anything.

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