AND I have lived in my current residence for just over 6 years. It's a compact, high-priced, yellow brick house. It has a fairly enormous yard. On the first night, when I stopped there, I had strange dreams about a teenage girl. She was not younger than at least 6. I had these dreams only for a day or two, but in my conscious world many strange things began to happen that soon scared me.
I am a person who loves to sing. So on a bright day, alone at home, doing homework, I start singing aloud. I walk around the house, singing when I do washing and things. After a while I start humming and then completely stop singing. No more than 5 minutes after I stopped, I started to hear the same song that I sang, slightly in the attic. I stopped what I did and started listening. The voice was much higher than mine, so I could say she was a little girl. The song began louder. I started to go crazy, and then I remembered the girl in my dreams. Remembering what my stepfather told me about ghosts, I reacted. He thought that if you told them to go calmly and without afraid to leave you. I started thinking and saying loudly: “Leave me, you are not desirable here.” Soon the voice shot and the song disappeared from home.
To this day, from time to time, when I am alone, I will sing to myself. No voice is heard, there is no song innocence. The girl left my house, but from then on she lived in my head.
