Hush Little Baby

I have always heard that babies see things different from adults. And the reason I think people believe this is because at an early age, babies don't know how to lie. They always tell the truth. The reason I think babies can see this stuff is because they can't really be expected to tell it to the media.

My little sister, Amy Isabella, acts like she sees stuff all the time. It creeps me out how she knows things. Now before I begin this story, let me get a few things out of you head. She doesn't watch any scary shows. She watches Blues Clues, Dora the Explorer, shows like those mentioned. She has never watched anything that I watch or anyone else. She can't read so she couldn't have got this from a book. Also we are not like most families. We don't gather around the campfire and tell scary ghost stories. We hardly ever communicate except when eating at the table, and even then we just talk about the school day and work. That's all. Well now this is how the story begins.

I left my bedroom door open as I needed to use the bathroom. I got out and my little sister was no where to be found. We looked everywhere. I walked into my room and franticly looked in the toy box, in the shelves, everywhere she could possibly get to. Then I look around after hearing a tapping noise. I then heard a groan and a whimper. I looked at my closet door and saw my little sister's hand clawing under the crack at the door trying to get out. I ran over opened the door, and picked her up.

"What happened little Amzie?" I said, (I call her Amzie instead of Amy) "The lady put me here," She said, looking around. She whispered, "I wasn't supposed to tell." I chuckled. I thought she was kidding. "What lady?" I asked. "The one with the long dress and the long gray hair. She said for me to stay in here and never get help," She was still looking around when she said this. My eyes widened and my smile faded. No one in this house ever wares dresses or skirts and no one has gray hair.

"Did she hurt you? Did she touch you?" I asked panicking. "She just saw us jumping on your bed. Then she floated over and picked me up. She didn't even open the closet door. She just walked threw it and dropped me and went out".

Something she said really caught my attention. She said she "floated over". What did that mean? "Amzie, when you said she floated..." "She had no feet. She was a little off the ground." Amzie said.

I looked around and saw nothing but I suddenly felt I was being watched. Amzie dug her head into my shoulder. "She said to put me down," Amzie said, crying."Who did?" I asked, getting scared.

"The lady behind you," She twitched in my arms, "She said I'm in trouble and she says so are you."

I turned around and saw nothing. But I did feel a presence. "Don't put me down," she said in a whisper so low I could barley hear it, "I don't want to go back in the closet." I slowly walked out of my room, with her close in my arms. We were home alone. "She followed you," Amzie said. I held her tighter.

"Hush little baby don't say a word," I started singing to her and rocking her back and forth as I was sitting on the couch. "She's sitting beside you" Amzie said in an alert tone of voice. "Mama's going to buy you a mockin bird," I kept singing. "She's smelling you," Amzie said in a voice so low it was creepy." And if that mocking bird don't sing," I had my eyes shut and I was as stiff as ever, "Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." "She's touching you," Amzie said. I felt my check get cold, "She touching your face."

For the next few hours, we were home alone. It was dark outside and the lights were off. Then they came on and the door opened and closed. Amzie looked out the window. All I saw was a car go by.

"She left. She got in that car," Amzie said. I then felt everything go back to normal. It got warmer, and I didn't feel like I was being watched any more. "We're safe." We both said.

Ever since that day, Amzie has been saying she has seen that woman and the same things happen then she's gone. I have learnt to keep Amzie in my arms at all times and to sing to her, and the spirit goes away faster. But why was she here? I don't know. No one has ever lived in this house but us, and we have never harmed any one. Why her? I don't know.

Please help.