True Ghost Tales

My story starts in 1986, when a boyfriend of mine was attacked one night in my bedroom. I was downstairs while he was asleep in my room. I went upstairs to go to bed and he was sitting up on the bed with such a look of fright, mind you this was a 40 something year old man. He looked at me and asked me if I was evil, shocked I said what the hell are you talking about? He then went on to describe a little blonde girl about 7 to 10 in a long white gown a pixie hair cut and looked sort of like me. He said she jumped on him while he lay asleep. Pushing on his chest, he was fighting with her and managed to get her off him and as he lay there trippin’ he looked to his side and she was laying there staring at him. Thus began my journey with this little girl.

Well as life continued I often felt the presence of something; pictures flying off the wall, being touched. Once I had these wind chimes in a living room window and they just started moving with great force. The window was closed so there was no wind!

I moved to another house and that is when the little girl started showing herself to my oldest son. He would tell me, ‘mom I saw a little girl in my room.’ She would float to the beds of my other sleeping children and float out the door staring at him. Ryan was so scared. I have never seen her to this day.

My youngest sons dad and I were sleeping in that house and I woke up having felt a patting on my back. I told Sam to stop it as I thought he was patting me. I went back to sleep and felt it again. I got mad and yelled Sam stop that. Sam woke up and looked over at my side of the bed and freaked, jumped up and started growling. I suppose it was his way of dealing with what he was seeing. He climbed over me putting his hands out to grab something I could not see all the while yelling at me in between his growls saying don’t you see her? He later described her and said she looked with shock at him like she was scared and she got smaller and smaller until she turned into a blue ball and disappeared.

I’ve had night terrors since I was 15 still do. I wonder if this little girl is something of a protector.

Twelve years later I moved to Phoenix and one day my oldest boy and I were talking about the little girl. He told me not to talk about her, he was still scared. although it seemed she had been inactive for sometime. I told him Ryan don’t be afraid you always have the white light and the Lord will protect you. He insisted, mom don’t bring her up! So I stayed quiet and then out of nowhere we heard a voice like in a tunnel saying don’t be afraid of me. Well we both tripped out big time.

Now, more years later, I live up in northern Arizona and for years it has been quiet with the exception of my continued night terrors. My nephew John came to visit me and we were all sitting in the living room eating. He went to wash his fork and came back from the kitchen and he had this strange look on his face. He looked at me said ‘Auntie do you guys still see the little girl?’ I said we had not seen or heard about her for a long time. I then asked why John? He said he was just asking.

John use to stay the night and has always been really close to Ryan so he knew about the girl. A few minutes later still looking scared and said ‘Auntie I just saw her she was standing in the kitchen I saw her out of the corner of my eye and turned to look and there she was plain as day and she twirled around for me and then poof she was gone.’

I don’t know why she has followed me, I have a few theories. Both the men I talked about earlier were not good guys, her always looking at my kids maybe she’s a protector I really don’t know. I wish I could understand who and where she came from. It’s a major mystery to me one that I wonder if I’ll ever come to know. Why does she not show herself to me and yet she’ll show herself to men or young boys only.

If anyone may be able to help me with this I would be ever so grateful. I often feel very afraid to this day not so much because of the little girl but of the night terrors that still plague me to this day.

With my best of intentions,

By Kelly Tagaban, Copyright 2010