I live in an old Victorian house in a very small town. I have lots of stories I plan to tell, but one story stands out in particular.
My seven year old Son and I were the only ones home one evening. My Wife had to work late and my five year old daughter was at a friends house. It was a chilly winter evening and this was before we had satellite TV, so my son was playing with legos and I was reading a book.
My Wife always plays this certain game when she comes home from work. When the kids hear the commotion when she enters the door, they take off running and hide. My Wife makes a big deal about looking for them to prolong the fun, then when she finds them she tickles and kisses them.
Things turned out differently this evening though.
As she entered the door with the sound of keys jangling and stomping snow from her boots, my Son took off running into a small room by the front parlor. I was still reading, but I saw a girl in a frilly white dress run past me and follow my Son. I thought it was my daughter maybe having come home with my Wife, but the chilling voice that came from the room proved otherwise.
The voice was not that of my daughter. I scrambled out of my chair just as my Son bolted out of the room. We both stood there for a moment looking into the dark room as my Wife said "Wow, that didn't sound like..." She saw the looks on our faces and immediately realized what had just happened.
I walked into the room, no girl. Nothing.
It was absolutely one of the most amazing things I had ever witnessed, and I was really grateful that she allowed us to see her.
We call her Abigail.