READERS TALES
The Little Girl
(NOTE: The following occurred in
Salt Lake City,
Utah in early August, 1999)
While visiting my Grandma and
Grandpa, my family had decided to stay the night. This was no problem, because
I was actually quite comfortable in their house. Knowing where
everything was, I felt I would be able to sleep by myself, in one of
the two bedrooms in the basement. That night was like any other night we had
stayed at their house. I got ready for bed, got into the room I was sleeping
in, and began to read. That's when my mom told me I had to sleep in the same
bed with my younger brother and sister. I agreed, and we went to bed.
Around 3:00 a.m., I awoke to
a bright light coming from the door of the room I was in. I sat up, still
sleepy, but otherwise fully awake. Suddenly, I heard some crying, coming from
the rocking chair across the room. Thinking it was my sister, I called out to
her. She didn't answer, but the crying continued. Knowing there were no other
small girls in the house, I started to get worried. Shielding my eyes, I
looked to the rocking chair. It was rocking back and forth, but no one was in
it. The quiet crying continued. I called out to the chair, when suddenly the
crying stopped. In the same instant, a little girl with blonde hair appeared
by my bedside. I didn't recognize her, but she did look a little familiar, so
I asked her what was wrong. She explained that "He took my dollie". That was
all she said, through her sobbing.
I noticed she stood in the
light, but was a little hard to see. When I reached out to touch her, she
disappeared, as did the light, and the door suddenly slammed shut. Scared out
of my wits, I was afraid to move. I reached down slowly, and pulled up the
covers, until they were over my head. I felt numb, or at least the hand I had
reached out with to touch the girl was numb. I couldn't explain it.
In the morning, my aunt and
cousins came over. One of my cousins, 3 years younger than I was, was the one
person I felt comfortable in telling. After telling her, she suggested it was
an ancestor. She showed me a family portrait which had the same little girl in
it. I didn't know who she was, or how she was
related to me, but I knew she had come to see me that night, even though she
had died at least 70 years earlier to my birth.
-Stephanie.
