MThe name is ana and it happened to me when I was about 9 years ancient. I moved from Japan to La when I was 7 with my two older brothers and my sister, my younger brother Jun and our mother. (My parents were not divorced. My dad had to stay because of his work, but he arrived a year later.)
One day my mother, Matthew and Catalyn (siblings, two oldest) went for grocery shopping, while Jun, Ron and I stopped at home. Jun and I had fun when I felt someone was pulling my hair. I thought it was he, so I hit him and I was in trouble from Ron. I told him what happened and he just ignored it. Similarly, me.
The next day, when in my parents' room he is looking for paper on which you can get out, a little girl my age appeared in the door. She had brown hair in braids and had a white dress with knee length. We just stood there, looking at ourselves. Then she left without a word. I remembered that we had some company that day, so when they left, I asked my mother if it was their daughter, but she had no idea what I was talking about. I argued and gave up because my mother was nervous.
Two days later, when I watched TV in the living room, Catalyn came to me and said that my friend was waiting for me to the door, I said, “What friend? I don't know anyone here.” Then she pulled me and dragged me to the door where nobody was there. She was confused, but then she said: “She was there before.” I asked her what a girl looks like and she described the girl I saw when I was in my parents' bedroom. Now my curiosity has reached me. And being newborn this time, I was never really afraid, and the word “spirit” never occurred to me. I told myself the next time this girl appeared, I would try to talk to her and ask why she follows me.
Three weeks have passed and I didn't see the girl. Until the next day. I went to my brother Jun and Ron, who were in Matthew's room, looking for a video game. I just stayed there because I wanted to. While they were looking, I saw a girl in my brother's bed! Jun and Ron did not see her because they looked at the wardrobe. Then I only shouted “Hey! Why do you still follow me? Do you want something?” My brothers asked who I screamed at, but I ignored them. The girl was leaving and I followed her to my room. I tried to talk to her. To my surprise she talked. She said she was dead and that it was her home. She, her mother and father were murdered by her older sister, because her parents always favored her more. Although their parents loved them the same. She told me that she missed her sister, even though jealousy made her die. (Her sister is still alive.) When she finished, I couldn't believe my ears. I said I didn't believe her and it was a joke. Then I said: “What is your name and why did you follow me? You know, it's a very good joke because you already scare me.” She said, “I'm Sally. It's not a joke. I'm a spirit. They prove it to you.” Then she crossed my wall and then returned. I was afraid now. I talked to the spirit. I wanted to scream, but then I said: “Do ghosts usually mean? Why are you so nice?” She told me that she was nice and only wanted a friend. I found out through her that we were the third inhabitants of this house and that every time she tried to make friends with other children, they were afraid. Then the family will move out.
Well, now I am 13 years ancient, and from that day I was no longer afraid of Sally because I knew that he did not mean harm. She became my “friend” and we always talk, even though I am the only one who knows about her.
