I've had several strange experiences since childhood and each time I have tried to disreguard it as my own imagination. I was brought up in a family who doesn't believe in anything that isn't visible or basically living. The story that I'm going to tell you have happened most recently and then if anyone wants to hear my previous experiences I'll write them when I have a chance.
My Husband and I bought the house in which we live almost six years ago. At that time we had 2 Daughters ages 4 and 2. When we looked at this house for the first time I had an odd feeling. It was as if the house had absorbed some kind of sadness and loneliness or something. I hope this makes since because it's the only way I can describe the initial feeling that I had. I just discounted it as me being overly sensitive until the owner of the house began telling me her life story. I seem to be the kind of person that everyone wants to tell their entire life history for some reason.
Anyway she began to tell me about her Husband passing away and her problems with depression and so on. I thought it was a little odd that I'd felt this as soon as we'd talked in but figured it was just a coincidence.
Needless to say we bought this house and after we'd moved in I started to notice things. The children's toys would be playing music or something when no one was in the bedrooms. Again, I discounted this to be low batteries or something. I didn't want to believe it could be anything else even though I've experienced these things before.
2 years went by and I gave birth to our son and by that time the girls were both in school during the day. Up until that point little odd things had happened but nothing alarming. My son was about four months old and sleeping in his swing in the living room on this particular day. It was just him and I at home alone and I was using his nap time to catch up on some housework. I turned from the kitchen sink and started to walk through the door into the living room to check on the baby and I saw her.
There was a little girl walking from the hallway into the living room. For one split second it hit me that it was my Daughter but this little girl wasn't. Her hair was darker and she wore a nightgown with something on the front of it. I think it may have been a teddy bear or something.
She turned her face toward me and I was startled. She looked as solid and as real as you or I but her face seemed so strange. I guess it was something about her eyes. She just seemed to be empty if that makes any since.
I turned away and back. She was gone. I was shaken up and went on into the living room to check on my Son. He was sleeping soundly. I tried to tell myself that it was a fluke or something. Maybe I didn't really see her. I'm very self doubting sometimes because I'm always the only person in my family who feels or sees these things.
I put it out of my mind for a few weeks. Then one night I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. My Husband was gone to work, he works third, and I was on the phone with my best friend chatting away and not thinking about anything particular. I stepped back from the sink to grab a towel and felt as if I'd bumped into something. It was strange because it felt like something but like it was very light weight. I turned and she was there. She was so close to me. I was so stunned that I could hardly catch my breath. Again, I turned away and back. She was gone almost as if she'd never been there at all.
After that time I've been up late and heard what sounded to be a child's voice calling "Mommy" and when I go to check my children are sleeping. The voice is also different though. Anyone who's a Mother will understand what I mean. You always know your own child's voice, even if they're in a crowd of others.
I heard a child in the bathroom next door to my bedroom playing early one morning after that. The child was humming and sounded to be happily playing with the things sitting on the bathroom counter. Again it didn't sound like either of my Daughters but I sent my Husband to check because they know that they're not supposed to play in the bathroom. There was no one there. Our children were sleeping soundly. There's no way that one of them could have gone down the hallway and back to her bedroom without us seeing them.
That's when I confided in my Husband and Brother about the little girl. I was reluctant but I felt I had to tell someone. They, of course, were very skeptical and probably still are.
After that I never saw her again but something else. I've seen this only twice. It's totally black. There's no transparently to it at all. It's the size and somewhat shape of the little girl. I've seen it moving very quickly from the kitchen and into the hallway and then once from the living room into the hallway.
I have no idea what this means. Did the little girl get angry that I shared the story of her with others? I am not sure if there's any kind of connection between the two but I feel that there has to be. The black figure only appeared after I no longer saw the little girl. If anyone has any suggestions or advice then please feel free to post it. I'm new at this and am greatly enjoying reading your stories and hope that you will enjoy mine as well.