Thread:Sapphirequeen37/@comment-38933738-20190326153243

When I was eight I moved into a trailor park. Normal right? Wrong. My first night there I awoke to humming. It was a little girl humming. I looked over into the corner of my bedroom andsaw a little girl playing with my barbies. She was pale, with cracked skin and red hair in braids with blue eyes and a white night gown. She was barefoot. I lived in a rocky neighborhood so I had a knife under my bed. I grabed it but logic kicked in. She couldn't have came throught the window or door because there would be a hole in the screen if it were the window and for the door it would have woken my father up because it would be creaky. If I was correct..........I plunged my knife into her back and it phased right through her! My eight yesr old brain kicked in "Can I play?" I asked we played for years until i moved away at ten and never saw her again. Ill look into the history on the park. 