~The blonde haired little girl~

One night while laying in my bed with my bedroom door wide open, my son who was all of two or three at the time, wandered into my room and asked if he could lay with me. I said, "Of course."

So, he crawled up into my bed with me and layed down. I covered him up with my blankets, wrapped my arms around him, and cuddled into him.

He began talking to me about his day and while talking to me, I saw what I believed to be my youngest daughter dart very quickly by my bedroom doorway. I even saw her blonde hair and curls.

Assuming my daughter was not settled down in to bed, and was up horsing around, I told my son to hold on. I stood up and turned the lamp on beside my bed for him, and then headed out of my room and down the hall. I headed in the same direction I saw who I believed was my daughter, run.

I checked the living room, the kitchen and the dining room. My daughter was nowhere to be found. If she had in fact headed the way I saw her go, she would have had to pass me to get back to her room.  But I saw no one. The house was in complete darkness and was quiet.

I headed to my daughter's room and found both of my daughter's in their beds, sound asleep. I placed my hand on my youngest daughter's abdomen. I knew that if she had recently ran to her room, she would be breathing quickly, but she was breathing very deeply and slowly. I then checked my oldest daughter, and both of them were definitely sound asleep.

It weirded me out a bit, but I didn't worry too much about it. I headed back to my room.

I walked into my room and found my son still awake, laying in my bed waiting for me. I apologized and told him to continue telling me about his day. My son said, "Okay."

But then he said, "Mommy, who was her?"

I asked him, "Who honey?"

He said, "The girl that ran by your room."

I said, "Oh, I think it was your sister."

He looked over at me and said, "No, it wasn't my sister, it was a different girl."

I said, "You saw her too?" He nodded.

I told him not to worry about it and to settle down. He continued with his story about his days adventures, and then fell asleep.

A few nights later he was laying with me in my bed again. Both of my daughter's were sleeping at my parents house that night, and were not at home.

I was laying in my bed, reading my son a story. All of a sudden I heard the sound of movement and rustling. I looked up, and right then I saw a girl that looked just like my youngest daughter dart by my bedroom doorway again. I couldn't believe what I saw. Just then my son said, "There's that girl mommy. Who is her?"

I looked at my son and asked him, "Did you see a little girl too?" He nodded his head yes. I asked him what she looked like. He said, "She was wearing white and has yellow curly hair." That was exactly what I saw too.

I saw the same thing a few more times after that, and it was never my daughter. I could not explain, nor could I make any sense of what it was I saw.

We moved out of that home a short time later. I have not seen anything even similar since moving into our new home.


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