In the same house that I grew up in, my mom would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, hearing a child call out for her "mommy."
She would check all the rooms, but saw that we were all sleeping. So she just shrugged it off and went back to sleep.
Some mornings before she would wake up, she would feel someone poke her nose, and give a little giggle.
She though it was one of us, but when she opened her eyes no one was in front of her and everyone had still been sleeping.
We have come to a conclusion that a little ghost girl lives there.
She wonders around, plays with us, jokes around, and tries to speak out for her mommy.
My mom knew we hadn't called her because we never called her "mommy."
We always, always say "mama."
About the previous story; we think she was the one in our rooms playing with us when we were little babies.
And I know it was her who had flung the clothes in my closet because she wanted to play too. Now that I'm older and understand that, I feel bad running away like I had did.
She's just a sweet little ghost girl.
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Supernatural Events
Non-FictionThese are some paranormal/psychic/supernatural stories either I, family members, or friends have experienced first hand. Everything I write in here are true stories
