For those of you who are familiar with "I Need My Mommy," this is the rest of that story. It's not nearly as emotional or "scary." Although I have no proof some of the following things were done by the little girl, I'm pretty sure she had something to do with them.
During the 8 years that I lived in that house, there were things that happened that we "blamed" on the little girl; things that couldn't logically be explained.
My daughter's dad was diabetic and one evening, after picking up his insulin, we couldn't find it. We had just come home, went in the house and he couldn't find his insulin. We searched the living room, kitchen, laundry room, and the car. We even called the places we'd just been to see if maybe it had fallen out of the car or something while we were there; hoping someone had found it and turned it in. But it was nowhere to be found. Several hours later, I went into the spare bedroom and there it was, lying on top of the entertainment center. Funny thing was no one had been in there since we'd been home. Jerrica's dad was adamant he had put his insulin in the refrigerator, yet there it was - in the extra room.
There would be things moved from one place to another, just little things, nothing as important as the insulin, but a bit annoying. We would look for something that we knew we had just put down and it would be gone. A few minutes later we'd find it exactly where we had originally put it. A lot of times it was the remote, but I think we really misplaced the remote. Don't think it'd be fair to blame her for the "elusive" remote.
One day I was looking for the thermometer. I knew I had put it on the refrigerator the last time I had used it, because I remembered telling Jerrica and her dad that I was going to put it on the corner of the refrigerator, that way I would know where it was the next time I needed it. I told both of them to remind me where it was when I couldn't find it because every time I used it, it couldn't be found the next time I needed it. Well, I went to get it and it wasn't there. I asked both of them if they had moved it and neither had. I looked all over the top of the refrigerator, the medicine cabinet, my top dresser drawer, all the while knowing I had put it on the top of the refrigerator. A few days later, I looked up and there it was. On top of the refrigerator, exactly where it was supposed to be. She would do little things like that all the time. Most of them I can't remember, but they were harmless. Just things a child might think were funny.
One night after I'd come home from work (around 2:30 a.m. Or so), Jerrica came into the bedroom and said she was scared. I asked her why and she said she heard a noise. When I asked her what kind of noise, she said it was a noise in the kitchen. I told her it was probably one of the cats eating or something. She said no, it wasn't that kind of noise. I asked her what kind of noise it was (and prayed that she wasn't going to tell me what I just knew she was going to say). Jerrica said she heard a voice. A little kid's voice, and the kid said "hi" to her and it scared her, so she ran to my bedroom. I told her the kid probably just wanted to play with her and Jerrica said it scared her. I'm sure hearing the voice scared her because Jerrica wasn't expecting it. I don't believe the little girl intended to scare Jerrica, because she had been around for a while and, without Jerrica confirming this, I believe she was a playmate.
One afternoon after I got home from work, Jerrica's dad went to pick up some dinner for her. After he left, I took a shower. When I got out of the shower, I walked into my bedroom. Jerrica was playing in her bedroom. I started getting dressed and heard a little girl laughing. I heard her say "that really cracks me up." (whitebuffalo!) Knowing this wasn't Jerrica, I got aggravated, because neither Jerrica nor her dad had told me anyone else was there and I only ordered food for Jerrica. Anyway, I asked Jerrica who was in there with her and she said no one was. I asked her if she said "that really cracks me up" and she acted like I was stupid. Jerrica's dad had left the TV on in the living room, but it was on ESPN and they were discussing the previous day's football games, so I knew it couldn't have been the TV and Jerrica's TV wasn't on.
Jerrica's dad had a Sega Genesis game system and we would hear it playing all the time. Jerrica liked to play Sonic Hedgehog and we would hear the music from that game, even when Jerrica wasn't home. We would hear it while she was at school, at her best friend's house, asleep, wherever. Of course we would check and see if the system was on; sometimes it wasn't. Even if the system was on, Sonic wouldn't be in it. Eventually we just quit checking. At first I thought it was just one of those irritating sounds that you hear in your head even when it's not out loud. But when Jerrica's dad and I realized we both could hear it, we just figured the little girl liked the game and she was playing it, even without it being in the machine. I think there probably is a scientific explanation for this. I just don't know what it is.
For a long time, I mean years, I could hear 2 men talking through my alarm clock. At first I thought maybe my radio/alarm clock was going crazy, so I bought a regular alarm clock, without radio. Jerrica's dad and I both continued hearing the men; we couldn't distinguish the words, but we could hear them talking. It sounded like a radio talk show from 20 or 30 years ago. Maybe like a black and white TV program, except on the radio. It never changed; it was always the same 2 men talking. A few years ago I realized it might be "white noise."
After I left in 2000, for a few months I would ask Jerrica's dad if he noticed anything after I was gone. He still heard the radio and the Sega. To my knowledge, he never heard the little girl again after I left. We didn't have a peaceful divorce, so I don't really know whether or not he continued hearing things until his death in 2006.
I do admit, however, that those years in that house (I Need My Mommy 1 and 2) were some of the scariest, paranormally and normally, I have endured. I wish I had been as... Mmmm... Knowledgeable (?) about ghosts then as I have become since. Maybe I would have learned so much more about the little girl (s).
Thank you for reading them and finding humor 😁