I never believed in spirits before, until I first saw one on the day of August 17, 2003. At the time I was living in Millen, GA with my parents and brother. I found out that I wasn't the only person seeing these spirits in my house; as a matter of fact everyone but my father was seeing the same spirit.
She was a little girl, no more than 4 feett high, she was wearing an old style dress, (you know like the ones on The Little House on the Prairie), and she was always skipping and singing. She would go throughout the house and just watch us. After a while I noticed that she would go to my parent's door and disappear.
I was wondering why that was, so I crawled under the house and went to the approximate location of the doorway, and I started looking around. I found nothing so I thought that maybe I was just crazy. After that day however the little girl turned mean. She would throw things at me, wake me up in the middle of the night by screaming at the top of her lungs, she would come into my room and just completely destroy the place. Needless to say I was scared to death. I didn't know what to do. My mother told me that the girl was clearly angry with me, so I should try to speak to her to see what she wants. So I did.
On the night of June 8, 2004 I was awakened by the little girl. She was standing in my doorway just staring at me after I awoke. I looked at her and with a shaky voice I asked her what she wanted. She looked at me and said she wanted to leave. I told she was free to go and she said that she wasn't. She wouldn't tell me why, but she did tell me why she had directed so much anger towards me. I found out that my parent's room used to be a room that would lead down to the cellar and it was her favorite room. It angered her that I would go and investigate it.
The little girl never left the house as far as I know. Last I heard the old house was demolished in 2010.
The one other spirit I had seen was a little boy. Although I had only seen him once he will remain with me for the rest of my days. I was in bed and I heard something tap my window. I looked outside and saw this little boy standing there. I looked in to his eyes. That's what's been haunting me for so long. His gray soulless eyes.
He looked at me and asked me to direct him to Perkins which was a town a few miles away. This struck me as odd but I pointed him in the right direction. As he walked away I saw a large blood patch on his back on the right side. I asked him if he was okay and he said that he'll never feel pain again.
The next day in the newspaper I found an article about a little boy who got lost and he was found miles away from his home in Perkins, GA with a bullet in his back. I never saw the boy again.
I'm currently in the Army and deployed to Afghanistan, but I'm more afraid of that old house than I am getting shot out here.