For almost a year, there has been the presence of a little girl in my home. Occasionally, it feels like I can feel her emotions. Lately, she seems to becoming agitated and angry. Sometimes, it feels like this is my fault, since I am the only one in my family that believes in ghosts, and somehow it feels like she wants me to convince my family that she exists.
About nine months ago, my mother called me into the living room. Instead of, "looking like she had just seen a ghost", she was smiling. She told me that she was sitting in the living room watching TV and saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye. My mom described it to be only five feet tall, or shorter, and looking like it was wearing a long dress. My father confessed to also seeing it, though he is an extreme skeptic and thinks that there is, and never was such a thing as ghosts.
A week after my mother told me, I also saw the little girl's shadow run past in the hallway. I couldn't see any details, except the silhouette of her hair which was short, and her dress, which was long and seemed to have a lacy flow to it.
About two days after that, I was in my parent's room, looking for something, when I looked up into the hallway, as though my eyes were forcefully drawn up. I saw a mist form into a faint outline of a girl in a lace dress, holding up her arm as though she was playing or dancing. It only last for a second, but I could also make out ribbons in her hair.
On a recent night, I was up alone watching TV, when I got up to use the bathroom. I suddenly felt chills and as though someone hostile was watching me. It was mostly dark, and as I looked into the bathroom I thought I could see a black, small shape sitting next to the tub.
I was scared, but went into the bathroom anyway. As I turned on the light, I was struck with an odd thought. "What if the little girl drowned in the tub?" I was a little frightened by this and then something like an image of an old photograph popped into my mind. It was a little girl with short, curly, light colored hair, pouting at the camera and holding a doll. She was wearing a long, lace dress. And every time I think of it, I hear the name, "Mary-Anne".
Ever since then I haven't seen her, but I can feel her. Like I said, I thought that she could've drowned in the tub, or someone else could've done it. It feels like she's mad with me. What should I do? Should I try to help her finally rest at peace somehow?