ANDIt was some time ago when I was about 12 or 13 years aged (I'm 14 now) and I was in the kitchen eating a blueberry muffin when I saw a adolescent boy with blond hair, no older than 9 or 10, wearing a blue shirt, run up my stairs. I thought it was my brother or his friend (he slept through the night) so I went to his room and he and his friends were still sleeping and none of them were wearing a blue shirt.
About a week later, a friend was staying over and we both started smelling blueberries when, when I saw the boy for the first time, I realized I was eating a blueberry muffin. Then I was back in the kitchen and saw something shining in the mirror by the front door. So as I walked there, I could have sworn I saw the face of a adolescent woman. She was very pretty, she had blonde hair. I ran there and there was nothing there, but the hangers were moving as if there was something.
Again, about 2 years ago, my mom came home from work one morning and was eating breakfast. The garage door began opening and closing repeatedly. Another time my dog actually smelled it. It was around 10 p.m. and only my mom was awake and my dad was out of town. My mother was getting ready for bed when Maisey started barking. She stared into the darkness and her mother tried to placid her down. Then she began to fall to the ground and squinted as if someone had hit or petted her. She ran into the corridor and woke me up. My mom was still in her room trying to get Maisey back, but she started crying.
I forgot about everything until last night (March 3) when I saw a little girl sitting on my bed. I asked her all sorts of questions. She didn't speak. She was very adolescent, about 6 years aged, with miniature blonde hair and bangs. I asked her name and she wrote it down. I don't remember exactly what it was because it was French. I noticed it was a different language and I'm currently learning German and it looked like German but when I asked her she said it was French. I think her name started with the letter B, but I'm not sure. She started walking and playing with my stuffed animals. I was afraid to ask her how she died because she seemed so joyful and I didn't want to spoil her spirit. Then the next thing I knew, she just disappeared.
So this morning I asked my brother, mom and dad if they knew anything about the adolescent French woman who died, but they all had no idea what I was talking about. My question to you all is how is it possible that there are so many ghosts in my house when it is brand modern and no one has died here. I also want to know if it would be sheltered to utilize a Ouija board to learn more about them.
