I recently took a job in Missouri, on march 9 2014; which consumed a lot of my time being a travelling job for a marketing company. Because I got this career near where I grew up, my Parents loaned me a house they had inherited but were not using. This house has been in my family since it was built by my great grandfather in the 60's. My great grandfather suffered from depression, and he shot himself at work as to not traumatize his wife; but my great grandmother hearing of his death shot herself in this house. The property was then passed on to my grandfather who died from diabetes years ago in a hospital, and was then passed to my dad who allowed my aunt and great aunt to use it; as they were both disabled and old. My great aunt was put in a nursing home until she passed away, and then it was left to my aunt who died 2 years ago from cancer because of how much she smoked. Now I own it and am slowly working on fixing it up being good with my hands as I am.
I don't make a lot of money so it has taken some time to repair this house. I slept on the floor in my kitchen because the rest of the rooms were being painted. As I laid in the dark I started to hear creaks, cracks, and scratches which I found out later were just raccoons, but sometimes I would hear footsteps and knocks. I did my best to ignore them but needless to say I usually slept with the lights on and covered my face with a pillow. It was nightmarish and I was much happier being on the road. A year later things have gotten a lot better for. April 10 2015 to be exact. All the rooms were finished and I could sleep in them with a comfy bed. I had replaced light fixtures, fans, and large appliances to better this home, but I think I made a mistake recently. See I left something out of my story.
My aunt was not superstitious, at least I don't think she was, but when I had moved in there was a voodoo talisman hanging on the door. I did not remove it for a long time, because I was just so afraid of it. Recently though I just thought to myself "I'm a Christian I don't believe in all this ghost stuff, and I'm not going to let it control me" so I took it off the door, threw away the rusty hanging pin and the talisman. Everything was fine and nothing bad happened so I thought I was good.
Well a couple weeks ago I got a cat to keep me company in this lonely house and she had to get used to living here. So I pulled out a mattress and slept on the floor in my living room (big mistake). She would not let me sleep, she was running around and meowing everywhere. As I was watching her I heard clearly but distantly a girl singing "help me I live here, help me I live right here" in a crying desperate tone. I know it wasn't outside because it echoed through my house from the bathroom. Obviously I didn't find anything when I checked, but I felt a chill; and not fear but cold breeze go through me. My cat responded to the song and sat quietly in my hallway looking up at the door for hours.
There hasn't really been any little girl living on or near this land, and nothing is on record. Honestly no children have ever grown up and died gruesomely in this house like most ghost stories tell. Just yesterday I talked to my neighbor about it and we started a conversation on these old houses. When he and his family moved in they found a small bible and satanic candles, chalk, and symbols in one of the bedrooms. He hired a priest to come in and bless the house, and he hasn't had any problem since. Apparently all the demonic items belonged to a little boy that lived there when it was first built. That is the only other close account I have found. I'm not a coward and I'll face whatever comes my way but all this was just bizarre.