First I would like to apologize to all who read my first submission, and have been waiting for the rest of the story. (And to those who have not you may want to go back and read Lizzy's Friend, to completely understand this one) Unfortunately, my husband was deployed to Iraq in November, so between work and raising 8 children there has just not been time to sit and write. So again my apologies. Here is the rest of my story.
As you remember, at the age of 2 my daughter started to talking to someone she just called "the girl". When my husband came back from Kuwait, and we went back home it did continue for a couple of months and although everyone said it was an imaginary friend, I knew better. Then it just stopped out of the blue.
I thought it was over. A year later we had a beautiful little boy, Logan. 2 years later he was playing in his bedroom, only about 10 feet down the hall from where I was in the kitchen. I could hear him playing and jabbering like little boys do, so was unconcerned. Then I heard him start to giggle. It was not a little laugh, like he thought his toys were fun, this was an all out laugh attack like he was being tickled or thought something was extremely funny. I went in to check on him. He was sitting on the floor surrounded by his tractors, which he loved more than anything. So I thought maybe he was just having fun, and he looked up at me with his big blue eyes and seemed just fine. I went back to the kitchen. Then I heard him start the giggling again, so now my curiosity was peaked.
I snuck down the hall and put my head around the corner into the room to see if I could catch what was going on. He was lying on his tummy, with his hands on his chin, just looking towards the wall and laughing. I went in the room and said "Logan" he looked at me. I got down on the floor and put him in my lap. I asked him what was so funny. He pointed toward the wall and said "gill". I knew this was his two-year old version of the word 'girl". My blood ran cold, and my first thought was "Oh my God she's back"
That night I told my husband about what had occurred. Being a skeptic and one who marked Liz's experience as her imagination, he just laughed it off. I tried to make him see that there was no logical reason for both of our children to talk to a "girl".
It continued. Just like our daughter, Logan continued to talk to the "girl" and to play with her. By now everyone in our families thought I had lost it by being so freaked out. Then one day my niece made them believe too.
My brother and sister-in-law lived just a few blocks away. Lori, my sis-in-law often came over during the day so Logan and her daughter Myan could play. Myan is about 4 months older than Logan, and could already speak in very clear, concise sentences.
We were sitting in the kitchen talking and the kids were in the backyard. We were sitting by the patio doors watching them. The backyard was surrounded by a 6 foot wooden privacy fence. No way for anyone to get in or out except through the kitchen and out the doors we were sitting in front of. Logan and Myan were playing around the sandbox, looking like they were having a good time. Then Myan fell. She started crying and we opened the doors and went out. Lori picked her up and asked if she was ok. She said she wanted to go home. Lori tried to convince her she was ok and she could keep playing. Myan kept insisting she wanted to leave. So Lori asked her why. She said that the girl pushed her and is mean. We just looked at each other, she could only be talking about Logan's "girl". I could see Lori was now a believer.
Like Liz this continued until he was almost three years old, and then also like Liz, one day it just stopped. Now he is 14 and does not remember any of it.
Since then my husband and I have had 6 more children and the "girl" has not made another appearance. (That we are aware of). With each child around the age of 2 I have made it a point to keep out a close eye and ear for her.
Our youngest child, a son, Landen just turned 2 in February, so we will see what happens.