Your True Tales
November 2005 – Page 16

Ghost Wanted to Play
by Kirstien Godfrey

When I was about seven, I had moved to my new house. My stairs were all different sizes and it was a weird staircase. Every morning I would sit on my bottom step with my cornflakes waiting for the postman to arrive so I could beat my brother. Whilst I was waiting, I sometimes held my cornflakes box as a steering wheel and pretended the stairs were a bus. My brother was downstairs and my mum was in the kitchen, my dad was away at sea. So no one was upstairs. I sensed someone staring at me, and as I turned around, there was a little girl "riding in the back of my bus," standing at the top of the stairs. I stared at her for a few seconds then stood up. As I wandered off down my hall, she wandered off around the corner.

I didn't see her again for a few months. It was getting close to Christmas and we had just brought giant stockings. I laid mine on the floor ready for Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning, I awoke and the little girl was bent down at my stocking, peering inside. I said, "Mum, come here. My leg's stuck," trying to change the conversation, pretending I hadn't seen the little girl. But she stood up and walked toward my bed. She got on her knees and crawled underneath.

I started screaming and my mum ran in. She checked under my bed and there was nothing there. Who was this little girl? My mum decided to check it out and we got a priest into our house. He blessed the upstairs and everywhere else. From this point I thought all was ok. Anyway, couple of weeks passed and I went into the kitchen. My mum was at the top of my garden and she called for me to bring up the pegs. I went into the back toilet and the little girl was standing about a foot away staring at me. She looked upset and angry. I walked back slowly and so did she (perhaps she was copying me). I ran outside and my mum went to check it out. Nothing there. I described everything to her. She wore a frilly nightgown with a red ribbon to the side of her head. My mum went online and checked the history of the house. This girl was called Jayla Anne Misgorth. When she was six, she watched as her younger brother fell down the stairs and died. She was only looking for someone else to play with.

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