When I was a little girl, my family moved around from state to state.
I was maybe 6 years old at the time maybe 7. I had just turned 8 when we settled in Georgia. This story may sound extremely cliché, and you may not believe it. I didn't even believe my own eyes. I just thought my imagination got to me. But my little sister also saw her...
It was midday in the middle of fall when my family and I pulled into the gravel led driveway of an old two-storey house. My elder sister Raine* began claiming which rooms were going to be hers, even though she didn't even see the interior of the monster house. When I stepped out of the respectably old gold minivan, a chill went up my spine. I did not like that house. I did not want to even step inside that house, but I slowly joined my sisters anyway.
Once inside, the grown-ups immediately went to talk business in the kitchen. I, being a child, found it extremely odd that the adults didn't even see the house, but wanted to buy it anyway. As I turned to point this out to my sisters, they had both disappeared. I shrugged and started up the elegant flight of stairs. This house is amazing, I thought, but something isn't right.
I soon came across a little door in the hall, a random door. Filled with eager curiosity, I opened the door only to find... More steps. Slightly irritated, I ascended the next pair of stairs. My little sister, Cynthia* slammed into me and sent us both to the floor. "You little butt-head!" I cried. She giggled, but snapped out of it, "I don't like this place. It's weird." Her voice was a whisper. So I wasn't the only one. I nodded and helped her up. We burst through the door and landed on an old-wood floor.
There was a girl. She looked my age, or maybe slightly older. She had long, straight, black hair in to sleek ponytails. Each on either side of her face. A pale complexion with radiant skin. Full lips. Cute nose. And large dark eyes. She smiled at us, "Hello." she whispered. My little sister found her voice first, " Hey! We didn't know anyone was up here!" She shrugged, "Well, here I am." "Do you live here?" I blurted. Her eyes snapped in my direction. "Never mind." Touchy.
The three of us began talking like we were long lost friends. Saying how weird adults were and how they never listened. The girl picked up a penny," You want to see a trick?" My sister and I nodded. With a smirk on her lips she slid the penny in her ear. Tapped her head three times and held out the opposite hand. Which now held the penny. Our reaction was nothing short of admiration. Hearing the front door open, I grabbed my little sister. "Sorry, but we have to leave now. See you around?" I asked. The girl shrugged, "I suppose."
We flew down the stairs and out the door. My mom looked at us, "Where have you two been? You're filthy!" "Sorry mommy." Cynthia said. "We were just playing with the little girl in the attic." I said. My mom looked at me," What are you talking about? There is no little girl in the attic." Cynthia looked at me. I looked at her. "Yes there is." My mom shooed us into the car, apologized to the pale-looking realtor and got in the driver's seat. Adults never listen. As that thought slipped in and out of my mind, a chill went up my spine again. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes went directly to the glass window of the attic. The girl was watching me. She watched me as we pulled away. It was dark and I was young, but I saw her eyes turn black. The pupils seemed to devour her whole eye. At the look on my face she smiled. I blinked... And she was gone.
When I got older I found out it is impossible to put an object in your ear and it come out to the other side. My sister has better memory than I do. But I remember this. My mother still never listens when I say, 'stay away'.
*Names Have Been Changed*