When I was 9 years old, I was playing with my father's mobile phone and I was in my room playing with it. I put it down on the floor next to a piece of paper I had drawn on earlier and went out to get something to eat. When I got back, the phone was next to my texters about 3 footsteps away from the piece of paper where I left it. I was sure I left it next the paper. I ran out to my father and told him. He said that I was being silly. I knew it had moved. I went back upstairs and it was next to the paper again. Then I started thinking maybe I was being silly. Maybe I was just seeing things. So I decided to go back down and tell my father.
I started walking down the staircase as I heard my mother and father talking. I stopped and bent down, looking through the bars and listend. They were talking about the little girl who used to live here before we moved in. My father said something like this: "we can't tell Abi about Ruby because if we do she will get scared..." and my mother said: "well if Ruby's silly parents locked her window that night, that man wouldnt've climbed in and killed Ruby, now would he?"
That's then when I knew someone had climbed in the window in the same room as I was in now, and attacked the little girl Ruby. I went back up into my room and walked over to the window. It was open. I went to reach out and shut it but it slammed shut. There was no wind outside either. I knew it was her. I screamed and my parents ran in and I told them I overheard them talking. They settled me down and that night I couldn't sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, the window slammed shut and open and shut and open over and over. I screamed and my parents came in and the next day we moved.
I am now 14 and still think about it every night. And every night I walk over to my window and lock it...