In September of ’09 my 2 year old daughter came to me one night and said “mommy I cant see her”. I asked her who? and she said the girl in the attic. My daughter said that she plays with her sometimes but sometimes she scares her. I was so freaked out because there was no way a 2 year old could be making that up.
I told my fiancé and he didn’t believe me until I got our daughter to tell him too. He took a flashlight up into the attic and looked around, only to find nothing. About a week later he was napping and he said he woke up and saw a little girl in the door way that just stared at him then disappeared.
My daughter continued to talk about the girl, however, she got a kick out of freaking me out and thought it was funny.
Things got rough in my apartment for the next few weeks. There was a lot of anger and arguing between me and my fiancé. I could sense that things just weren’t right, so I had to move out. I had broken the engagement off, and I packed all of our things and moved. My fiancé convinced me to come talk with him before I left. So I came and sat with him and he told me how unhappy he was, and that I’m going to find a guy that will treat me better. He told me that he just wanted to be with his father (who had passed away many years before).
Then he told me that this would be the last time I see him because he was going to disappear and never come back. He said that was the only way that me and his daughter could be happy.
I thought all this talk was CRAZINESS. I told him things would eventually work themselves out and we just needed a little time apart. We then told each other “I love you” for the last time, and I finished packing and headed out.
A couple hours after we had cleared out the apartment, my fiancé had gone to his mothers house across the street from where we lived. He had noticed some young boys creeping around where we lived and had gone to our door (supposedly to rob us). He confronted them and from what I heard they had gotten into a fight. My fiancés mother came outside with her phone and dialed 911. As she was on the phone a car drove by and one boy jumped out of the car with an ak47 and shot her repeatedly, my fiancé ran to help her and he got shot through his head. His mother died on the spot. My fiancée was rushed to the hospital where he stayed for 2 days on life support until they pronounced him brain-dead.
There were signs of death in that apartment and I think I felt them, I just didn’t know what they were. I could have been there when the shooting happened and I could have gotten killed. The girl in the attic was probably trying to warn us that death was near.
It’s been a year since this tragedy, and everything in my life has gotten better. I’m no longer stressed or ill. I just feel like a big weight is off my shoulders.
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