I was about 15 when this happened. It took place in a three-bedroom house we used to live in, in Kansas. I remember it was a Thursday night around 2 a.m.
Everyone was sleeping. That night I had felt scared in a strange way. I even slept with the light on. Around 2 a.m., our dog, who slept at my little brother's feet, started to bark. Five minutes later, I heard my 9-year-old brother yelling my little sister's name. I remember him yelling, "Kimberly! What are you doing! Go to bed!" The dog barked and barked.
I heard my father get up, asking my brother what was wrong. My brother told him that my little sister was standing by the bathroom door and she was holding a teady bear, then ran to the kitchen. My dad said, "No, Kimberly is sleeping in her room! She hasn't gotten up!"
In fear, my dad checked the house. No one was there. But by the bathroom door indeed was the teady bear. My brother described her as a little four-year-old girl, long black hair, and white dress.
In that house I always felt like I was being watched. In the summer it was just my cousin and I home, and she also had seen a child, but he was a boy watching TV. We moved a week later. My dad said maybe that little girl didn't want us to leave. Maybe she wasn't evil. But either way she always made me feel scared. In our new house I feel in peace, relaxed.
