I've previously written of my experience with a room we remodeled in the house I now live in. In the previous post I mentioned a few others who "lived" with me, but they aren't really living. There are three others, but I think I'll start with my little girl because she's been with me the longest.
Last spring (2011) during our break a friend of mine went to Arizona. When she came home a week later she had gifts from "out in the desert." When we got to school she gave me a little baggy with some stones and shells in them. "I found them on a walk through the desert. I don't know, I just thought you'd like it." As I looked through it, some of the items looked like pottery more than stone, so I started going through some of my old notes (I'm an Anthropology minor in college) and decided I needed to go have these things looked at. When I took them to the anthropology department, they told me that two of the pieces of "stone" in the baggy were indeed pottery, and they didn't think she had just found it "in the desert." If that was the case and she had taken it from a site, it was technically "pot hunting," which is illegal. My only saving grace was that they could not prove what happened or where it was from, so they did nothing about it. I was able to keep my baggy of stuff, so I took it home and put it by my bed. Now, I was not the only one that had this, my roommate also got a baggy.
Once we took those baggies home (at this point and time we were in an apartment that we shared with two other girls that we barely knew) things began to happen. We were hearing voices, seeing people-shaped shadows, and my roommate started having horrible nightmares. I, on the other hand, had strange dreams about a little girl. There were a few nights where I had nightmares, but I always had at least one dream about a little girl. Things would be misplaced in my room, or they would be missing. The next day or a few days later my things would be right back where I had left them. I even found little fingerprints on things. I wasn't scared, but my roommie was really upset. My roommate finally had to get rid of her baggy because she couldn't take it anymore, and I decided to put my baggy of shards in another room so that maybe I'd get a little peace and quiet in my dreams. I was so very wrong.
That night I had a very vivid dream. A little girl was sitting curled up with her knees to her chest, her braid hung down her back and swished a little as she rocked. I could her hear her crying, I walked over to her and she looked up at me. She spoke in a language I couldn't understand when I was awake, but in the dream she clearly said to me, "Why did you leave me alone? It's so dark now, and I'm so lonely. I was safe with you, you kept me by where you sleep. I've been alone for so long. They left me, but you found me. I wasn't alone anymore. I was safe, but now it's so dark and I'm scared. Please don't leave me alone anymore. I'm sorry."
I jerked away crying and had the guiltiest feeling ever. It was as if I could still hear her crying. So I quickly jumped up and went into the dining room/kitchen area where I had left her. I picked my baggy up and whispered, "I'm sorry" to her and carried her to my room. I put her back on my bedside table and went back to bed. As I fell asleep I heard, "Thank you" and I felt a small hand brush over my cheek.
That wasn't the only time I heard from her. Some nights I would hear a giggle, and in the morning little things would be misplaced as if a little child were being mischievous. She even liked to pull my covers off some nights. I'd be asleep then I'd feel something, wake up and my covers would slowly get pulled off of me (those nights were sometimes a little annoying when I would have a tug of war to keep the covers).
Even some of my friends would remark about the little girl they saw hanging around our apartment. (Let me be very clear that it was impossible that it was a real child. For one, no one could have gotten into my room because I dead bolted the door and am a very light sleeper. There was also the fact that there were NO children in our apartment because it was an apartment of 4 college girls who had no children.)
When we moved to this new house, I brought her with me. I've had dreams of her telling me that she liked her new home, but when we began having issues with the "bad man," as she called him, she told me about how mean he was and that she didn't like him. I could feel a sense of fear anytime I held the shards in my hand. My little girl told me how she tried very hard to keep him away from my part of the house, but he was just too "mean" and "bad".
One night I heard her running around the house and when I let the dogs out of the room they ran to where I heard her. Next thing I know the dogs are making their happy noises and I could hear giggles. When I went to see who was here (because my roommates do have siblings and nieces who could have possibly been here), it was only my dogs in the living room, and they were looking up some (about the height of a young child) and dancing around on their back feet trying to play.
She still likes to move things around, and since we got rid of the "bad man" in the back room my little girl is much happier. She's even made herself known to a few visitors. They have seen, heard, and felt her. I don't think I could ever part from her. I've even had several offers for people to "send her on her way," but every time that it's happened she's come to me and told me that she doesn't want to leave because she's safe. The day that she says she's ready to go I'll send her on, but until then she's safe with me.
As I said, she's just one of the few that inhabit this house, so I'll be posting about my other two friends if you would like to hear about them.