I want to start with saying that the names in this story have been changed, but no exaggerations or anything.
The story starts when I was a senior in highschool. I was the middle child of 3, and my parents were divorced. My boyfriend and I were starting to get pretty serious and really put it out there for everyone to see. One day a bunch of friends (including my boyfriend) and I decided to head to the Majestic Theater that was supposedly haunted. We went down on a Friday after school. More specifically: Friday The 13th
When we got there we expected for more teenagers to be there because of the date, but it was just a vacant parking lot. We half expected for the theater to be locked, but it wasnt. During that discovery 5 of my friends had left. Which left me with my boyfriend. We walked in and I immediatley felt a cold rush of air through my hair that sent chills up my body. Jake (boyfriend) didn't notice anything.
We walked into the grand room and the doors behind us started to creak, and we sat down. Jake joked about ghosts locking us in while we lit the candles and spread out the blanket. Suddenly the door finally started to slowly creak all the way shut. Our candle went out, but we ignored it and lit the rest of the candles then circled them around us. This somehow made me feel safer, odd enough.
Then there was footsteps on the stage, and one by one the candles in our circle went out. I glanced at the stage in a panic and I could make out figures moving swiftly as if putting on a play for our entertainment. I suddenly heard "Mia!" and then felt a sharp knock on my head then I was out like a light. An hour later I found myself in my car sitting next to Jake. With the worst head-ache ever.
I woke Jake up, who was also sleeping. "Do you know what happened?" I asked. "No, then he looked around stunned. How did you carry me? I'm 10 times your size." (which was true) "I dragged
you...sorry." was my only reply. Although that wasn't true... I had thought he was the one who took us out here.
Later in life after me and Jake broke up, weird things started happening. I got married to a wonderful man named Tyler, at the wedding I caught in my eye a little girl who I hadn't known, under the glass seethrough table looking up at the cake. I turned
Around to tell my husband I would be right back, but when I looked under the table again no one was there. The little girl wore a tattered blue dress with tangly blonde hair. She showed up on many other occasions.
I recognized the same little girl at my cousins wedding. Later my father passed away and at his funeral my brother put together a slideshow of pictures of him with our family. As one of the pictures slid in I noticed the same little girl, but the blue dress was neatly ironed and not at all in the condition as the other, she was kissing my father on the cheek at our old lakehouse, and I realized. That little girl with the blue dress, and tangled blonde hair? Yes, that girl's name is Mia Niket. To narrow it down,
that little girl is me.
The little girl was in the hospital room when I gave birth to my 9 year old Emma. I later had twins, a girl and boy, I had the girl first, little me was there again, half smiling, but when little Alex came out, she gave a hateful look and was gone. I won't ever know the real pains of birth. Because I was tied up in trying to figure out the little girl, I didn't feel them as bad as I should have. I can't say I'm upset though.
There were times when I would wake up to find Alex crying miserably, but Emma and Lyla laughing. One day Lyla and Emma had just walked into the house from off the bus, I asked where Alex was and they said that they didn't know. I looked outside and Alex was kneeled down in the driveway. I went out to see if he was okay, he said..." Mommy, the wind blew a rock at my face and it knocked off my glasses". I looked at the house and saw a little Mia looking through a window. But she was gone in a second. My husband wouldn't ever talk about the weird things going on, so we divorced.
One day when Alex was playing I looked into his room and saw on his mirror, written in tiny letters through fog was, "Boys ain't no good" the words echoed through the room down the hallway. "Mommy that's not nice" said Alex. Things still happen. After all... I never liked boys anyway as a little girl.