It started about April of this year, in this very house, on my very stairs. First off, you should know, that I am one of the happiest, and stong - willed teenagers you're ever likely to meet. Although about mid April though, I began to feel strangely connected to my stairway ! It was the weirdest thing ever, but I thought nothing more of it. I can't remember exactly when it came to me, but I began to... well, see things. It's not like, some full on thing I could physically see on my stairway, more like something I think I could of seen there. As if... it could easily be there, like I could see it in my minds eye... if you get what I mean.
It was a young girl, sitting in the corner of my stairs, with her ankles crossed, and her knees under her chin. She had long blonde hair, which came down over from the back of her head, to just covering her knees. I had this feeling she was naked, but at the same time I could semi-sence she had this peach dress on. I drew a pencil sketch of her ... if anyones interested! She was always on this damned corner of my stairs. Always (My stairs go up 8 steps, turn clockwise 90 degrees for one step, and turn clock wise once more 90 for one step, before going up a further 3 steps... she was on the second of the 9- degree turny thingys). I thought about it, and at one stage, it felt like it was a part of me, which was so weird. I'm normally happy and like... hyper and stuff, but for about 3 days, it felt like she was a part of me. Perhaps something inside of me that had died, or a personality trait that had just.... dissappeared. I'm not sure. That idea soon wore off though, and I was left confused about what she was, and why she seemed connected to both mum and I.
Okay, it gets weirder. She really effected me. And I mean, I used to cry at night for her. She brough with her this incredible sence of being trapped, and sadness. And for me to physically cry... well, was so strange. I really needed to help her. I cannot stress, how totally... sad I felt for her. It was like she was trapped here, didn't wanna be here, yet couldnt move. And always in this corner.
I finally found it in myself to confide in my mum (D!v!ne will tell you, my mums a shallow... close minded person, believes in nothing she can't see, if you get me). She said: "Well, it's funny you should say that. There have been occations I've heard a little girls voice shouting 'mummy.... mummy...' from the top of the stairs. I've gone running, questioning it, knowing its not your brother, and too young to be your voice, I've ignored it". Now that... freaked me totally. For my mum to admit that in a serious tone ? I knew she wasn't lying.
When telling my 'not-so-local' boyfriend about this on the weekend just gone, it still made me feel a little teary, and so so sad to think about her.
So I was wandering, anyone have any serious idea's ? I mean, could it be something from a past life ... or just a haunting on my steps ? I really need some advice guys... because it still gets to me...
Kacey (aka phe0nix)