A few weeks ago I left with my parents for a holiday in Denmark. We would spend the two weeks of relaxation in a nice house in a small village at a fjord. It was close to Aabenraa, for people who know the area.
When we arrived, the first thing we noticed was that it was very abandoned. Lots of houses were dark with dust everywhere and bewildered plants in their gardens. It felt all... Horror movie like. It wasn't like this concerned us, see, I must tell you that my dad and I are extremely sensitive to atmospheres and feelings of others. If there were horror-like zombies and evil beings, we would've noticed, but this wasn't the case.
The house was adorable, with a good view over the whole village and the fjord. Too bad we just never saw a bicycle, car or human pass the environment. My room was very small, but cozy and scary at the same time. There was a large bed for two persons, at least ten mirrors and a few paintings of ladies dressed in Victorian clothes, walking on the shores of Brighton with their dogs. The mirrors freaked me out, but oh well; it was only for two weeks, right?
A lot of strange things happened, but those were not the things I wanted to discuss. What I do want to tell is what happened on day nine. I woke up in the morning; saw the sun rising from my window, when I suddenly felt a presence next to me in the bed. Too scared to turn around and see if there was actually someone I could not only sense but also see, I kept my eyes closed and just let the information enter my mind.
It was a little girl, about the age of eleven and she was so terribly lonely. It gave a very distant and empty feeling that almost made me cry. With goose bumps I turned around to face her, but the only thing I saw was a fast flash of her body in a blue dress, lifeless, on her back with some flies collecting around her eyes. Shocked as I was I ran to the living room and squirmed until the awful feeling left me.
As soon as my mother woke up, I told her the story. Normally we would discuss every detail if I had 'sensed' something, but now she acted somewhat strange and refused to continue the conversation about it. How strange. I decided to not tell my dad, afraid to have my experience rejected again.
There were only five more days to go and I tried everything to ignore the little girl. I said things as "hello, will you please let me sleep peacefully tonight", "you should pass on to an other, happy world somewhere else, dear" and "please be kind to me" randomly in the air - something I normally never do. Sometimes I'd still feel her in my bedroom, but then I just left and told the air to leave me alone.
Then the day of return came. Once my parents and I were home, my mum started apologizing. I had to forgive her, because well, her excuse was good and strange. She told me that on one of the first days she'd taken a nap in my bedroom, but felt a terrible lonely feeling and saw a little girl pass. She didn't want to tell me back then, because she was afraid that I'd get too scared to stay in the house. When on day nine she heard about what I saw, she rejected my story, hoping that I'd forget about it and that she wouldn't accidentally tell her story to scare me.
We were both amazed. We had seen the same little girl, who - apparently- wasn't happy at all. After a few days my dad entered the living room and said he had to tell something. He told us that while being in Denmark, he felt awful and was plagued with thoughts like 'what do I do when I die?! There will be nothing, I will be gone. The world will choose a cruel way to make me disappear!" These thoughts that were definitely not his were combined with tragic feelings of emptiness and loneliness. Mum and I told my dad what we saw.
Now the three of us were amazed. Apparently we had seen the same 'ghost', or whatever it was, in the house.
After this I felt a bit guilty, though. Maybe she felt horrible and saw us as company, and we rudely rejected her. I hope she finds a peaceful way to pass to her own happiness.