My "Daughter" Sarah
Witness: Joyce Davidson
Location: Somersworth, New Hampshire
Date of Encounter: 1997 to present
I guess my story starts when I first stepped foot into the duplex in the spring of 1996. I helped the landlords clean the building when their last tenants were evicted and the place was left a mess. I began looking for a new place to live and contacted the landlords feeling very drawn to this place. They told me it was not available, but strange enough she called me the next week and said the tenants had given 30 days notice and if I was still interested it was mine. I moved in on August 31,1997, with my then 2 1/2 year old son, Kyle. I learned early on that this place was special. I lost my keys within days and I know where I had left them. They turned up a month later outside in the corner of the yard, which had as much activity as inside those walls. I dismissed this event thinking it was my son who had taken them and played with them.
I would hear toys running across the hardwood floors in my son's room only to find him fast asleep in his bed. The most unsettling experience happened when Kyle was 3. I was just turning the TV off in my room when I thought I saw Kyle standing in my bedroom doorway. I jumped out of bed to find nothing in the door. I proceeded to run up to his room which is directly above my bedroom to find his baby gate in place and him asleep. I went in to check on him and he was running a fever of 104 degrees. I rushed him to the emergency room and he became well. I have since learned some history of the place. It seems that the duplex was built in 1890. A little girl, age 5 or 6, died in the house in either 1913 or 1914 of pneumonia (which is what Kyle had that eventful night). I was also told she was buried in the back yard and a flat stone marks her resting spot, but I never found it. I have since named her Sarah and she follows me to every residence I have lived since. She makes her presence known by playing with toys, flickering lights on and off, gusts of wind when no windows are open, or just turning the TV off on me. On one occasion, "I love you" turned up in crayon on a wall too high for my son to reach and besides he couldn't spell at that time. If I ask her to stop she does, and I really have grown attached to her. I consider her one of my children so to speak and I know she's not trying to scare me or my now two sons, but just to have a mother to watch over her. And I rather like having her around after all it's been almost 8 years since I first encounter my ghost Sarah.
