December 29, 2004
The Little Girl in the Red Dress
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Rachel, San Jose, California, 1999-2001,
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My parents left one night to go grocery shopping leaving me and
my older brother by ourselves. I was in my room with the door open when
I saw a little girl run down the hall. The little girl looked to be
around 5-years-old and was wearing a red dress. I thought it was one of
the little girls my mother used to baby sit when I realized all the
children had already been picked up. I walked down the hall to the
kitchen and looked around but found nothing.
A few nights later my brother's friend walked into my brother's room
to grab his jacket, but he walked out empty-handed. His face looked
really pale. He said he saw a little girl standing by my brother's bed
touching his jacket. When he blinked she was gone. That next Sunday, my
mother took my brother to church with her and left me at home with my
father. I was laying on my mother's side of the bed watching television
with my father. He started falling asleep and then started snoring. As
soon as he fell asleep I heard noises coming from the kitchen, the
living room, and my brother's room. It sounded as if someone was
slamming cabinet doors, opening and closing the front door, and opening
and closing my brothers chest drawers. I freaked out and shook my
father. As soon as he opened his eyes it stopped. I made him stay awake
and nothing else happened.
The next night I thought I try to contact her. I was in my bedroom
and just started calling her. My 6-year-old niece had seen her before
and called her "Kinka" (we thought it was her imaginary friend). I was
eating an apple and placed the core on the edge of my desk. I said that
if she was real then she should knock the apple core off my desk. I
waited five minutes and nothing happened. I kind of giggled to myself
and walked to the edge of my mother's bed. Just as I sat down, all the
videos from her entertainment center fell right in front of my feet.
Since then she hasn't really done anything. Sometimes at night you can
feel someone sitting on the edge of your bed, and sometimes if you look
you can see the imprint.
