September 5, 2008
An Angry Little Girl
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Linda Cerul, Valentine, Nebraska, December to March 2008
I was living with my parents and brother at this time, when I experienced my
first encounter. Our house was built in the 1980s, and there was only two
owners before us, so that's not a lot of time for something tragic to happen
and a ghost appear, but there was still a ghost. I first talked to her two
days before Christmas. It was after 11 PM, and I was dozing in bed. I heard
soft childish sobs coming from the hallway, and my door, that could really
use a good oiling, creaked open. I saw a white wisp of a girl slip into the
room, with a long, puffed up dress, like from the settler days. She kept
whispering, "Mommy? Mommy? Daddy?" As she edged closer to my bed she reached
out to touch me, and I gasped, which scared her into stumbling out the door
mumbling, "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy!" I later learned her name was Elizabeth.
After a few unwanted encounters, like slamming doors, falling dishes,
screaming in the night, and literally walking into my room and scaring the
crap out of me every night, I finally got tired of her bothering me and my
family (she defiantly wasn't friendly, thinking that we were the ones who
took her mom and dad) and smudged the house with a cigar (you use what you
can when you're desperate). That made her angry, so we had to resort to holy
water. When I sprinkled my room, I got to a certain place near the bed, and
heard her scream and fade away. After that, she was gone.
