My Dead Friend

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Story type: Ghost
Location: my old house
Source: Form Submission

I used to live in an old house when I was about five or six. My mom told me that when I was young I would tell her about a girl that would play with me. My mom thought it was just an imaginary friend at first. I would see her all the time sitting on my bed. She was dressed in a white shirt and she had a doll. She never talked to me but she would play with my dolls. My mom started to ask me questions about the girl. One day she walked into my room and saw the girl for about 20 seconds. The girl looked at her and then disapeard. My mom asked some of the neighbors (that lived there for a long time) about the history of the house. An old lady that lived across the street told her that a girl was killed by her father in that house.