There's one encounter I have that still sends shivers down my spine when I think of it. I posted a story about a "man" I encountered when I was younger and he wore a brown suit. We moved to a new house a few months after that experience. That house was on a street called Williamson Avenue. In that house I've had a handful of experiences that I will tell eventually. This experience, however, ties in with them all, because it was my first ghost experience in the new house.
I was still in High School and every weekend I had a bunch of my best friends over to stay the night and hang out. It was a Saturday and, as usual, my friends were over that night. It was just another fun night, or so we thought! Around 2 am everyone was up still playing video games. There were 6 of us, focused on the screen with laughter and joy.
My buddy, Tanner, was in the doorway leading to the kitchen when he turned his head towards the living room/kitchen area. He looked back at me and said, "Is your sister Haley up?" I said, "No!" It was 2 am so we were the only ones up. He says to me, "Dude...I saw a little girl in a white dress run into the bathroom..." and as he said that his whole body went from a normal color to pale white. We curiously ran into the bathroom and saw nothing. I didn't think anything of it, we just assumed it was because we were tired.
A few months went by and I forgot all about it. It was a normal school night. Homework first then I went straight to my guitar. It was around 5 pm, and my mom was downstairs with my two sisters and my stepdad was also downstairs watching T.V. I was the only one upstairs playing guitar (I didn't know this at first). I always kept my door locked to keep my sisters from bugging me. I was in mid-song when I heard loud knocking on my door and child laughter. I quickly raced to the door and shouted at my sisters to quit bugging me. This went on for about thirty seconds, along with my doorknob rattling like someone was trying to break in. I finally got fed up and opened by door, and found no one there! I raced downstairs and asked my mom what the girls wanted. She looked at me with a puzzled look and said no one was upstairs and they've been downstairs helping her with dinner the whole time. I got pale white at that point and stayed downstairs the rest of the night.
My mom never talked about ghosts and seemed like a non-believer until she noticed a little girl in a white dress playing peek-a-boo in her closet. This confirmed to me that we had the spirit of a little girl at that house.
My family has had other experiences in that house that involved other spirits, some not so friendly, but the little girl always sticks out in my mind. It's been years since we've talked about her and even moved into a new house.
I moved out on my own shortly after and came by my mom's house one day to do some laundry. I curiously asked her if she remembered the "doorknob" experience. Puzzled, again, she said, "Oh, you mean Angelica?". I was shocked. She had a name for her! She said that the little girl followed my mom from the old house on Williamson to their new house and still likes to play peek-a-boo in her closet.
I feel bad for the spirit, and my mom says she is trying to help her move on... I'll always remember Angelica.
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