Spirits in the Walls

From: Rebecca (Ceresrios@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: my room and the hall way
Source: Form Submission

I live in a kinda new house. But the wierd thing is whenever you walk into the house. oh my gosh!!!! The first night I slept here I heard whispers and silent screams. Naturally Iwould have found a logical explination for the wierd sounds and feelings but something about them just gave you the chills that only something that is really there can give you. Iwas so scared I just had to ignore it I stifly fell back to sleep.

After the first night even wierder things started to happen. It just so happen my bed is right next to this wall that you could scratches and tearings THE ONLY WALL in the house. At first I thought it was may be a mice nest so my mom called the exterminator, turns nothing was there. Now this really freacked me out and to make matters worse one night I woke up at like 2 or 3 and felt breathing on my neck I thought it was my little brother but when I turned around toy check and see if he was covered up by my blanket. I seen a little girl laying nexy to me no older than my little brother. My eyes opened hella wide and so did hers I felt lost in her big black eyes. She had some kind of control over my movements for just that moment. Then she jumped up on my bed and started screaming. She jumped at least 3 times with out moving the bed then jumped into the wall. The next day I asked my mom if she heard screaming she said no. After that I hadn't seen her untill recently about 4 years since we moved in. This time she was in the hall way but she wasn't alone she was with a girl about my age they were singing some kind of song. this froze me in my foot steps. As I noticed theier presence they noticed mine. the little girl had the same control over me as the first time. she gently walked towards me and lifted herself like more like she was floating. She touched me softly on the cheeck with her cold hand. Then a cold rush came in to the house and the opened and slammed and she was gone. But as the door slammed I heard the words thank you. I don't why I heard them I don't know what I did to be thanked. But all I know is she's gone and I don;t think she'e coming back. But if she ever does and I still live in this house I know I won't feel as disturbed as I did before.