This story happened to me when I was 11 years old and it was very scary. I used to live in the countryside with my mom and brother. My dad left us when I was 4. We lived in this really cute cottage on the side of the road, but it usually got really boring there because we had no friends to call since we were home-schooled.
My mom decided to go to this garage sale a few miles away, and I took care of my 7 year old brother while she was gone. When she came back she had bought us an old playhouse that a couple was selling. I asked my Mom who used to own it, because it was kind of old and when my Mom put in the backyard the door fell off.
She said it had belonged to a husband and wife who had a child. She had a really big imagination and played with the playhouse every day. Well, their backyard had a creek in it and one day the little girl was playing in her playhouse that was near the creek. The little girl slipped while going out of the playhouse and fell into the creek, hitting her head on a rock and died.
My brother and I were a little freaked out when we heard this piece of information, because the girl was dead, but it would be great for us in the summer time. Then the weird things started happening.
One night after Seth and I had gone to bed, I couldn’t go to sleep so I was listening to the TV coming from my Mom’s room. All of the sudden the TV was drowned out by the sound of a little girl laughing. It was a cute laugh, almost like a giggle and it kept on getting louder and louder. I covered my ears and for some� reason thought it was Seth, so I yelled at him telling him to shut up and stop playing.
About a minute later, my Mom walked in and was like, “What was that all about?” I told her that I heard somebody laughing and I thought it was Seth. But my Mom said that she heard the laughing too so she went to check on him and he was asleep. I started crying, and I told my Mom to take the playhouse back, but she said she couldn’t because Seth really enjoyed playing in it. So I just went back to bed and thought about what would happen next.
Let’s just put it this way to make a long story� short. The girl was apparently evil, because she turned malevolent and she drove us out of our once cozy, peaceful home. As soon as my Mom took the playhouse back, things ended and life was normal again. But Seth and I never forgot the little girl who died and haunted the playhouse.
In Loving Memory of Christina Jones, 2002-2006. May her little soul be at peace.
Written by Lena Dieci, Copyright 2008