Little Girl

• A story my own Dad once told me about a house we used to live in – he kept it to himself for a long time because he didn’t want to scare my Mum into making us move
• Back when my sister was about 7 years old she’d sleep in my parents bed, but one night my Dad woke up in the middle of the night to see something strange
• He saw a girl that looked similar to my sister, a bit younger than her standing next to my mother’s sleeping body, staring down at her looking extremely sad
• My Dad called her name, but she didn’t respond, and that’s when my Dad realised it wasn’t her – she ran out the room, he gave chase but she vanished into the hallways – he checked on my sister but she was still asleep
• He swore to his dying day that she looked exactly like another daughter of his might look – staring down at my mother for who knows what reason