The Little Blonde Girl

From: d.s. seymour (d_s_seymour@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Maryland
Source: Form Submission

This is just one of my stories, but I have so many I could write a novel.

This experience with a spirit or ghost was when I was just entering into 6th grade. My family had just bought a house and I didn’t move in until, literally, the night before school started. I was so nervous and excited that I hardly slept a wink. Before my alarm even went off I was up and dressed. By 6:15 my shoes were on and I was heading downstairs towards the kitchen to get some breakfast.

As I turned to go towards the sink I glanced out the kitchen window only to find this little girl with soft blonde ringlets picking flowers from a garden in our backyard. She was wearing a frilly white sundress with a matching white bonnet hat and held a basket filled with the flowers she had been picking. She looked up at me and smiled a true mischievous grin and turned to run away. I made like a lightning bolt for the front door and ran to my back yard to catch her. I saw her turning the corner of a house a few doors down from mine and disappear. I didn’t follow her though, because the grass was still pretty damp and cool and it was making my shoes wet. It surprised me however to feel how cool it was because when I had seen the girl through the window it was bright and sunny and even butterflies were flying about. But once I was outside it was cold and damp and even the birds were fairly silent; there were no butterflies in sight. I didn't think much of it because I was so annoyed that she was stealing our flowers.

I turned around to see if she had done any damage to our garden only to be dumb struck. Right below the kitchen window, where I HAD seen the little girl picking flowers from a bright and colorful garden, sat an oval patch of ground filled with tall dead weeds and a dried up cracked bird bath. Upon closer inspection I saw that there were many little crosses fashioned from wire and twigs sticking up out of the little plot.

I opted not to tell my family about the girl and the garden because I doubted anyone would believe me, but later that week I befriended a neighbor who I shared the story with. She said no one in the neighborhood fit the little girls description, but that it was highly rumored that the woman who had previously lived in my house was really weird and into a lot strange things. She said that the woman was always burying dead birds and things in the little garden plot, among other out-of-the-ordinary activities she was involved in. Also all the kids in my neighborhood said that the whole block was haunted but that my house was the source of it.

I know very little about the woman and her daughter who lived in the house before me; I know even less about the little blonde girl I never saw again, but I do know that the haunted part is definitely true. Many strange events took place in that house, but none so innocent as the story of this little girl.