I am currently 7 months pregnant with my second child and while we have almost always had something going on in our home I noticed something different. I was around two months pregnant at the time that we started getting new activity in the house. Of course the prankster still messes with our kitchen clocks from time to time, nothing unusual. But then as we started bringing things for the baby into the house like diapers, clothes and her crib I noticed that there was a strong combination of both anxiety and anger in our home for a few days. I thought maybe I'm just being over emotional between out of whack hormones, getting ready for the baby and trying to get my oldest daughter Maggie into a special needs pre-k class which anyone with an autistic or down syndrome child knows that its a lot testing, evaluations, paper work and usually a waiting list so needless to say things have been a bit wired. Later that night as I was putting the bedding on the crib I felt a strong quick tug on my pj pants. I looked down expecting Maggie to be there needing a drink or to go potty but she wasn't. I peeked into her room and saw her sleeping soundly as her moon and star projector quietly hummed on her night stand. I walked over to switch off the tiny projector and cover her back up when I heard small shuffled footsteps going down the hallway towards the living room. I looked down the hall but saw only a short shadow round the corner and vanish, I thought it strange but didn't think about it too much seeing that nothing happened for the rest of the night. A few days later I was folding some baby clothes putting them away and decided to take a break to fix lunch for Maggie and I, while I was making our sandwiches I heard her say " No that's mean!" in Collin and my room. I automatically stopped what I was doing to go see what Maggie was into knowing that she normally says something along those lines when she knows she is doing something she shouldn't almost like she is getting onto herself before she does it. When I got to the bedroom some of the clothes were unfolded and sprawled out around the crib. Maggie picked them up and handed them to me, smiling " I'm a big girl!." I took them from her and folded them quickly asking her not to unfold them again and put them on our bed to finish later. She looked at me confused and followed me out of the bedroom, later that night I went to finish laundry only to find the baby clothes knocked off the foot of the bed with Collin's work hat and box cutter laying in the middle of them. Assuming he had simply knocked them over while changing and didn't bother picking up his things or the mess he made I was a bit miffed. I put his things away from work and sat down to finish folding the baby clothes when he walked in and sat down beside me. "What happened here?", he asked picking up a few outfits and folding them, putting them in a pile," I thought you already did these." I took a deep breath trying not to snap at him, "I did but You must have knocked them over when You were changing." He looked at me strangely and said " No they were still folded when I walked out." I explained to him that his hat and box cutter were in the middle of the clothes when I came in and he said that while he had left them on the foot of the bed he didn't knock over the clothes. I apologized and we went on with our night setting up a few more odds and ends all the while wondering how they got knocked over. Maggie hadn't been back in there since the first time it happened and Collin said he didn't do it... Clothes don't just grow legs and jump on their own, but I didn't see the point in dragging on the topic so I left it be and went to bed. I was restless that night and couldn't sleep something just felt off in the house. Maggie was resting and so was Collin so what could possibly be wrong? I went into the kitchen and got a drink when one of Maggie's toy trucks lit up and started playing music. I went into the living room and switched it off knowing that the only way it could turn on was if someone pushed the button, someone or something obviously wanted my attention its the only thing that added up. First the clothes and later the toy truck, I walked around the living room looking for anything else to be out of place but nothing was. I could feel eyes on me I just couldn't tell from what direction and as I scanned the room I couldn't see anything out of the norm. Not even a shadow I was tired and frustrated not knowing what was in my house. So finally I said, I know someone is in here with me and I know You were the one who messed with the baby clothes and turned on the truck can You please just show yourself or at least show me where You are? A few minutes went by and nothing happened I could still feel someone there watching me but I could not see them which only made me a bit more nervous. I once again searched the living room and dining room studying every corner and eventually every room of the house...Nada. So I turned the lights out and was about to try and lay down when I noticed Maggie's projector was flickering on and off through her partially opened door. Thinking she woke up and was playing with the switch I opened the door the rest of the way to find her sitting on her bed staring at her floor giggling she turned to me still laughing and said "Look girl " I walked around to the other side of her bed and only saw a small shadow sitting there. How could Maggie see her well enough to know that the child was a girl but I couldn't. I've rarely had difficulties seeing spirits but yet this one was mostly hiding from me, why? The more I tried to focus on the shadow the less I could see. " Bye " Maggie said waving at her wall I watched the small shadow pass right through her window. So I tucked Maggie in and went to bed myself knowing I had to be up early for a Dr. Appointment the next day. I tossed and turned only getting a few hours sleep I couldn't get the child like figure out of my head why would she come here was she simply curious of Maggie and why was she so curious/mischief concerning the babies things leaving the biggest question why wouldn't she let me see her? After a check up with my doctor I went home and did a thorough cleansing of the house opening all the doors, windows and dark spaces spreading positive energy all through the house. I had a little bit more peace of mind and went on with my day as usual. Nothing happened for weeks, until I was making our bed and I kept feeling eyes on me from the bedroom door when I turned around I saw a light short messy haired little girl with wide green eyes that seemed emotionless staring back at me wearing a simple light blue dirty dress with no pattern just a flat bib type collar and waist strings untied. No shoes and what looked like red clay stains on her hands, feet and part of her legs. Her thin lips formed a hard line as she studied my every move. I knelt down in front of her smiling, she quickly scooted away from me and just watched seeming to wait for something to happen. Almost like a scared animal backed in a corner but her eyes remained emotionless, thank you for letting me see you I said softly not wanting her to become frightened and leave can you tell me your name? She said and did nothing until she quickly reached for my hand which I willingly held out to her though I couldn't really feel her touch. She looked like she was trying to smell me though her eyes never left mine until she quickly dashed down the hall into Maggie's room almost as if she was looking for her but she wasn't there, Maggie was still at the sitters house. The little girl sat in the corner her knees tucked to her chest and just stared at me, I asked her if she wanted help moving on but she said nor did anything. She almost looked sad, once again I tried approaching her but this time she wasn't having it. She darted past me and when I went to look for her she was no where to be found. Months have passed and I have only saw her one other time sitting next to the crib looking into it but as soon as she saw me she vanished. I have asked Collin if he has seen her, but he said no.
I have dreamed of her once since then sitting in a barn hiding in what looked like a horse stall quickly eating something her wide eyes darting in every direction. She looked terrified but satisfied if that makes any sense, she snuck out and was gathering eggs from the chicken coop gulping down the yolk until she threw up. A booming male voice laughed cruelly " Thats what you get for being greedy, you little twit. " He grabbed her by the neck and rubbed her face in the vomit, kicked her in the side and left her laying there and I woke up, I'm not sure why she came to our house and why she hasn't come back since. I simply wish there was something I could have done to help her, who knows maybe she will come back I just hope one day some how she can find peace.