I was only 8 when we moved to our new home, in the blatant countryside. I was excited to start life as a farm-girl, and because my father had promised me a pony and lots of pets, I was over the moon. We arrived at the charming house, painted baby blue, with white trim, looking innocent, like a dollhouse. For four years, I lived in content, not noticing a thing, just playing with the animals, going to school, and having fun.
It all changed the day of my twelfth birthday. My mother and father had thrown me a small party, with cakes, food, and because of my obsession with princesses (hey, don't judge!) It was a tea-party. My father had gone scouting around in the old basement, and had brought out this old tea-set, looking like it came from the Victorian era, made of fine china and beautiful designs. I and three friends sipped primly, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a a shadow flit past, in the shape of a woman. I dismissed it, and laughed the night away.
My friends left, and my mother and father kissed me goodnight, sending me up to my room. I carried my presents up, opening them ravenously. As I was opening presents, I heard a knock on my door, and rushed to open it, however, there was no one there. The hallway was empty, the lights off. I shrugged it off, and after opening my presents, fell asleep promptly. The next day is when I began suspecting paranormal activity in my home.
I woke up the next morning, and as I began to get out of my bed, my foot crushed onto something, and as I cried in pain, I looked down to see what it was.
It was a china tea cup, the same as the ones yesterday, filled with luke-warm tea. It shattered into pieces, a few embedded into my foot. My mother plucked them out with tweezers and wrapped my foot, insisting I must have brought some tea up and forgotten to put it away. I nodded along, and when my father left for work, my mother received a call from her sister, and she left me in the care of our neighbor's teenage daughter, Josie.
Josie and I watched TV, until she excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I waited for 20 minutes, and Josie came out, looking terrified. She turned to me, and asked "Did you know there is a lady in your house?" I said no, and she quickly whisked me away from the house, baby-sitting me over at hers. My mother and father came home, and all was well.
Two years passed, with no sightings of the lady, and I dismissed the idea of a haunting. One night, I suddenly woke up, and felt as if someone was watching me, from the crack under my door. My heart skipped a beat, fear coursing through me, when suddenly I felt a tugging at my mind, and had this sudden image of a tall, thin lady, wearing a white, shapeless gown, with a nurses hat on her head. She held a teacup filled with orange liquid, in her left hand, and was clenching her fist. I slept, and the next morning my father announced we were moving because of his job change, to my extreme relief.
As we were leaving the house, two months later, my mother ran down and told me to fetch the old picnic blanket she had left down in the basement. I walked down there, and picked up the blanket, and something caught my eye. A small, photograph, with a circular frame, of a woman. A woman wearing a nurses hat, with a white gown on. Her face thin, and looking like it was caved in at the cheeks. The same woman I had sensed outside my door two months before.
We piled into the car we had, and as I was frantically waving goodbye to the house, a saw a figure on the porch, a crude smile on her face, waving ever so slightly back.
I have always been terrified of my experience, and remember the hauntings in detail, due to me keeping a diary, detailing all events that happened. I never found out who the woman was, why she was in the house, what her attachment to the tea set was. Any ideas? It has been a mystery for so long now.