Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The Little Girl

I've had many spirits visit me in my home over the years.  There was one that I have a certain attachment to.  The first time I saw this spirit was when I was laying down to go to sleep about six months after moving into the house.  I remember not being able to sleep and seeing something move to my right.  I looked in that direction and my eyes darted to the open doorway of my bedroom where a sad little girl in a white flowing nightgown stood.  She had matted shoulder length hair, the saddest and most frightened look on her face, and she appeared to be about nine years old.

I sat up and stared at her for what seemed like hours.  I didn't know what to say to her.  I reached my hand out to her but she slowly, and sadly, turned her back to me and walked back into my son's room.  I got up to follow her but by the time I made it to my son's room she was gone.

A month passed where I didn't catch a single glimpse of the little girl much to my disappointment.  I'd stare at my doorway all hours of the night waiting to see if she would show up, but she never did.  I finally saw her in my dreams five weeks after her first appearance.  I was in my house and it was starting to get dark outside.  I could hear people outside shooting guns all around  my property and I looked out the window to find a group of men violently attacking one another.  The little girl was standing in the middle of the chaos in my back yard looking petrified.  I opened my door, ran out there as fast as I could, grabbed her hand, and dragged her back into my house.

She was cold and shaking and she had tears streaming down her face.  She reached out for me and I hugged her.  I locked all of the doors and closed all the curtains and indicated for her to follow me into my bedroom.  My son was sitting on my bed looking just as afraid and I sat down next to him and pulled the covers over the both of us.  I looked over to find the little girl standing in my doorway just as she did before and I held my arms out to her.  She slowly walked over to the bed, climbed in, and sat on the other side of me.  I held both of them in my arms and sang to them as the gunshots rang all around us.  Eventually the noise stopped and both kids were fast asleep.

I felt this little girl's anxiety, fear, and sadness completely dissipate.  It occurred to me that all she wanted and needed was someone to hold her and love her and keep her safe.  She also missed her own mother.  Before I woke up she opened her eyes and looked up at me and smiled a serene smile.  She was finally at peace.  I woke up at that moment feeling like I actually helped her.  I felt at peace too.

I never saw that little girl again.

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