The Little Girl

Maria's daughter had been seeing a strange little girl roaming around at night, asking her to come play downstairs. Soon we'll find out that she is not the only entity roaming around. My name is Edwin, and here is maria true scary story. After I had my third child, my husband and I we decided I should stay home for a little bit and take care of the kids. It was going to be cheaper and we didn't have to pay for daycare. Me staying home with the kids. They're all five years apart. We have a fifth grade in, a kindergartener and then a newborn, so we're like, I'll just stay home for a while. We decided that I would stay home and I would say it right when she turned to is when I started noticing that she was seeing would see things, or would see somebody. Our very first house that we bought together when we got married, we were starting to live in a bad neighborhood, so we decided to move. Well. It was during a time too that only he was working, so it was tough. So his father, so my father in law was like, oh, hey, you guys can stay in our house. We're building a new house. Why don't you rent it out from us. It's a win win, so we decided we would. They never had any issues, and she was young and we were getting ready to leave to pick up her two sisters from school, and I usually always made a little snack for her because I coached basketball, I coached volleyball, so after school we would just have practice right away, so I'd have like snacks for the kids, get her like books, just pack up things, get it ready, and one day out of nowhere. I never had any problem with it before, like ever thought anything. She was just like smiling and like laughing and giggling. And I look up because we were like on a split level, so like the top was the living room and on the bottom part was the kitchen, and there was like a little window for the kitchen, so I could look up and I look up and she's just looking in the corner and like smiling and laughing and waving, and I was just like, oh, huh, I wonder who she's waving to. And I like looked up there and I was like, it must just be a relative saying hi or something like wanted to visit her because she was newer and everything that we went through and didn't think anything of it. It continued to be like that, like almost every other day. Finally, one day I picked her up and we're getting ready to leave. I put on like her snowsuit. It was like the wintertime. I put on her snowsuit and I put on her hat, and she starts waving like really hardcore up the step and I look and I see nothing, and I was just like, I didn't acknowledge it. I didn't say anything. And she's really little. She was only two, so she couldn't verbialize anything. And I just laughed, got in the van, and later on I called my sister and she's like, what, no way, And I was like yeah, And I was like she was happy. Maybe it's someone and her family, maybe it was her great grandma. I was like, she's not crying, so I'll just leave it thee. So then a year goes by and we ended up finding a really nice rental in Robinsdale, Minnesota. We felt safe. It was a safe neighborhood. And I would say within four months of living there, my little one would tell me she'd goes. She would say, mommy, mommy, that little girl. And I was like, oh, yeah, you're a little girl. No, that little girl, And I was like why. I really didn't understand what she was saying because she was still pretty little. And a year goes by, she turns three, and one night she was sleep. Her and her sister had shared a room together and they had we had bunk beds for them, so we had three bedrooms on the main level and it was a rambler, so her and her sister slept their bedroom together and her older sister slept on the top bunk. She slept on the bottom bunk. It must have been you know where. It's just about to get light out for morning. So around that time, at four or five o'clock in the morning, I can hear her screaming and I heard these little footsteps just run into the bedroom. And I look up and I see her and she's like, mommy, that little girl is poking me. And I go what And I go, oh, you're your sister, and she goes that little girl. Look, she's by the door. And then for some reason I did not want to look. I felt something, but I didn't see anything. I was looking at her and I wake up her dad and I'm like, hey, she's awake. She's crying, and he just looks. He's, oh, maybe she was watching something scary, and she still kept crying. She's look, the little girl's by the door. She's poking her head around the door. Him and I both did not look. We were just dead looking at her dead smack, looking in her eyes, trying to get her to calm down. I don't know why we both didn't look. I think maybe we were afraid we would see something, but we didn't. We didn't look, and then I just said, it's time to go to bed. It's okay, you'll be with mom and dad. You can sleep with us tonight. And she goes, no, Mommy, look it. She has that scary face, and I go, what do you mean. She goes, Mommy, look, she's at the door. Look. Finally, instead of looking, I said that little girl needs to go. You need to sleep. She's not allowed to come into our room and she's not allowed to wake you up. She needs to go, so you need to tell her she needs to go. And she was like frightened, like she was shaky. We somehow, within a few minutes go to sleep. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't ask any of the other kids. A few days go by, and my sister comes to me and she told me about this little girl that keeps waking her up at night, and I go, yeah, she woke up like screaming, crying, and I said, I don't know she was dreaming or what was going on, but she told me she saw a little girl and that she was poking her like really hard to wake her up. And I said, maybe I'll talk to her about it, because maybe she was dreaming. And I didn't want to dismiss it. I didn't want her to feel like I didn't care. So I got up the courage to say, hey, honey, when you told me that little girl was down or like bothering you to wake you up, what did you mean. She goes, Oh, there's this little girl in the house and she always wants me to play with her downstairs. And she goes, I don't want to play with her downstairs. But for a while there she would go downstairs and play by herself, and I always wondered, like why she was doing that, and I was like, huh, they have these American girl that'll play houses, and they go down there, they play with the they had the laundry, said the horse, and they would brush the doll's hair, so I kind of understood. But for her to be so young and go downstairs by herself, I was like, Oh, it doesn't bother her. I do laundry and I'd go upstairs and I'd be like, are you okay, honey, I'm fine, I'm playing. So I didn't really think too much of it. And I said, where does that little girl live? And she goes, she lived here, but she sometimes has a really scary face, and I go, what do you mean. She goes, she has really dark eyes sometimes, and she goes, she said, her face is really like and I can see through her face, but sometimes when she comes really close to me, she has dark eyes and it scares me. And I told her that it scares me. And it was like, okay, I said, if you see that little girl again, you need to tell her that she just has to leave you alone, that she's not allowed to wake you up, that your mommy said to not wake you up, that you're supposed to be to sleep, and she's not allowed to come in the room. And she said okay, and just kind of like dismissed it. Well, sometime I had went by and I want to say it might have even been like a month or two months went by, and in the middle of the night again, it was actually dark. It wasn't like the time where I was becoming morning. I hear her screaming, mommy, mommy, help me, and I wake up, and you know you hear the mommy, mommy, helped me in the middle of the night from your kid. Your my heart was beating super fast. I was like, I woke up and was like, oh, where's my baby? And I'd run into her bedroom as fast as I can, but we like met each other. She was running too, and I go, honey, what's wrong? And she was crying, the type of crying where you know when you cry too hard, you're like like you can't catch your breath. She goes, Mommy, that little girl poked me so hard it woke me up. And she was poking me in my shoulder. And when I turned to her and I told her to leave me alone, she did that scary face and she said, I start screaming for you. And she kept telling me and shaking her head, telling me no. And I sat there and I like looked in the bedroom. I turned on the lights and she goes and a grandma came in. I go, a grandma, What do you mean she goes? A grandma came in, but I couldn't hear what she said, but she was talking to the little girl and pointing at her to leave. And I said, what did the grandma look like? Did she smile at you? Was she scary? Was she happy? I was so nervous that she was so scared, And you feel so bad because you can't do anything about it. And I wanted to cry, but I was trying to be strong and at the same time, I was scared and at the same time, like I wanted to wake up her dad, but like he always dismissed it, like, oh, it's you watch something scary. Oh she has an imaginary friend. She's only about to be four years old. It's not that big of a deal. It was crazy that she said. There was a grandma that came into the bedroom and she looked like my auntie, and she'd told the little girl to leave, like with her hand. She said. She couldn't hear her say anything, but she was telling her leaving. The girl had left, and that's when I got up. I was I thought about it, and I said, that looks like your aunt your great grandma. So my great grandma looks exactly like my sister, and they had the auburn hair. Their light skin toned the whole facial features. They have more of a rounder head and we have more of the oval head. So it was like I wanted to find a picture of her, but I knew my mom and dad were the only ones that had a picture of her. But it was when she was a little bit older. So I had called my mom and dad and I told them about what was happening, and they said, well, you should call your uncle and see if maybe he can do something, because she keeps seeing this little girl and it's obviously scaring her, and we believe her and we trust that she's seen something. And I eventually go to my parents' house, I find a picture of my great grandma and I show it to her and I said, is this the grandma that you've seen? Is this a grandma that you've seen coming to the bedroom? She goes, yes, Yes, that's the grandma that looks like Auntie. And from then on I was like, Okay, she legit can see people, like I trust everything that she says. From then on, I let her sleep in the bedroom with me, because I really truly felt like she was terrified the way she talked to me the last time, like where she was like shivering. I felt so bad, and she was so little, and my other two kids never said they seen anything, never heard anything. So I was worried that somebody was bothering her, and I didn't call my uncle yet. After a while, after some time had went by and she was next to me almost every night, I felt better because I didn't see anything and I didn't hear anything. Up next, the family begins to suspect that they are actually not alone at the house. Well, the year goes by and our landlord had told us like, hey, we want to sell the house. Thought we'd give you heads up, We'll give you like six months. So we ended up moving. We bought a house in Minneapolis, and it was like a very old It was a much older house than the house in Robinsdale, and it was nice and big, so we're pretty excited. We have three kids, we have a bigger we have more room, we have an upstairs, and we totally fell in love with it. The location was great. It was on the better side of Minneapolis, and it was still close to the kids' school. I would say immediately I started hearing something. So we visited the house before we had closed on it, and I didn't have a bad feeling. I usually get a vibe or like a certain kind of energy from places or people. I feel it right away, and I didn't get like a bad vibe from the house. We had went downstairs and we were both him and I were excited, like, oh, we finally found our house. What are we going to do. Let's start upstairs, Let's start with the kids' room. All of a sudden, I had heard a door shut, and I was like, did you hear that? And he was like, no, I didn't hear that. And I went upstairs. I didn't see no door shuts. So I was like, it was just me. I was just maybe hearing things or maybe heard something outside. Because in Minneapolis, the houses are, you know, closer together, and you have an alley and Robinston, we didn't really have an alley in the house that we had before. There was no alley. It was just a drive up like you have a little driveway and it goes right to the garage. So I was like, maybe I just heard like a car door. So we buy the house, we move in within a month, so you could never like sneak around, and you can never like tiptoe around. It just always creaked. That night, we had went to bed pretty late and I was just about to be in like my final sleep, and I heard somebody walking around and I like got up and I was like, maybe it's one of the kids. But then I realized it was like boots. Like I could hear big thump boots, boom, and I was like, oh, someone broke into the house. So I go, I turned to the side and I wake up my husband. I go, you need to wake up. There's somebody in the house. And he like sat up and he had that look like you know, and he started listening and he goes, oh, go by the kids. He heard. I go, you hear that? He goes, I hear it, and we could hear it throughout the living room. And when I when I was listening, I didn't hear the floor creaking. I just heard boots, So I thought it was really weird. So he gets up, he goes by the door and he flicks the light really fast. And so there was two bedrooms on the floor with a bathroom and then you'd go upstairs. And our oldest daughter was upstairs, and in the hallway there was a light. He flicked on the light. He ran out to the hallway flick that on, and all of a sudden, he turned and he turned like as if he'd seen somebody, Like he went on the side of the wall and he turned like he didn't want someone to see him. And I thought for sure someone was in the house. And then all of a sudden he turned back around and if you take a left, it's the kitchen, and if you take a right, it's the bathroom. And he turned and he took a left, and he started flicking on all the lights in the house and he goes, we need to turn on the lights on and we need to check the house, make sure no one's in here. And I was like, okay, I was like, did you see something. Immediately it was a no. We looked searched the whole house, like every crack crevice in the house that there was. We didn't see anything. He didn't say anything. I said, you heard that, right, you heard that? And he was like, I heard it. I don't know. Maybe it was maybe it was this, Maybe it was that he had an excuse, and I was like, maybe we're just imagining it, and he's, oh, I don't know. He's let's talk about it tomorrow. Wake up, we have coffee, and I go, wasn't that weird last night? Didn't it sound like boots? And he goes, I didn't want to mention it to you right away. He says, I was creeped out. I thought I saw like a man in the kitchen when I turned to look, and I go, what? And he wanted to tell me last night and he says, I was a little scared because it disappeared, and he goes, I thought maybe it was from me turning on the lights, that it was making a shadow, and then I thought about it. He kept turning the lights on and on after that, and would look to the side and back into the kitchen, and then he'd turn off the light and then he'd look. He was trying to see if it made a shadow. And he said, I heard the boots, but I don't know. Maybe we don't have to worry about anything. Maybe it was just like, maybe it was nothing. And I was like, you heard it and I heard it should and maybe it's something. And we just dismissed it, so he didn't want to get too specific, and he never really did. He also he described is that he knew it was like a silhouette of a man, a taller man. He asked if I seen anything, and I said no, All I did was hear the boots, and he was like, I want to I want to learn about the house, and so he got into that researching, like about the house, if anyone had passed away in it, how many homeowner homeowners they had, and the homeowners that we bought it from, they bought it from their original homeowner. So after that time and after he talked to me about it, I just left it be. And I was like, if there's someone in the house, maybe since we just got the house, maybe he was giving us like a blessing and a nice family moved in here. I can leave now. But little did I know, my little one was seeing the guy that was that her dad had seen. So not too long after that, she came to me and she goes, Mom, there's this really tall man that walks around the house and he has really loud boots. And I go, oh, because I knew what I heard and I knew what her dad had heard, and she said, I just wanted you to know that he walks around the house and he checks on everything. And I go, how do you know this? She goes, I see him. I see him do it all the time. And I said do you ever talk to him or does he talk to you? And she said no, no, he just checks the house. But he's really tall. And I was like okay. And then from her experience before, I said, does he scare you? She said no, I'm not scared of him. And I said okay, and she goes, what does scare me? Mom? And I was like what. She said? That little girl that's here again? And I go oh, And I said did that little girl come from the house that we were in before? And she said yes, and she told me. She goes, Mom, that little girl has really old pajamas. She wears pajamas all the time. I wonder why she likes to wear pajamas and I was like, I'm not sure. So what do you mean by old pajamas? They look dirty or they're like what do you mean by old? And she goes like how kids wore pajamas in the olden days? I go, how do you know what they wore in the olden days. She was on TV shows and books, and I was like, Okay, I guess she does know. I just wanted to verify she knew what old pajamas meant. And she said, when that little girl comes into my room, she goes. I told her that she's supposed to leave me alone, that my mommy said that I can't play at night. She always wants to play at night and always wants to go down in the basement. I don't want to go in the basement. So I kind of thought, maybe she's just like revisiting this because we moved into a new house, and maybe she really wasn't saying something before. Maybe I don't know. I was going back and forth because I was scared. Honestly, it was more because I was scared. And then one night I was I, it's like in the falling asleep slash. I was still awake phase again, and I heard footsteps in the hallway come into the bedroom and stop at the side of the bed, and my back was turned. When you're laying on the bed, your back is turned, so my back was towards the door, and I opened my eyes and I was waiting to hear one of my kids saying mom, and I didn't hear anything. So I turned and I didn't see anyone there. They weren't the boot sound that I heard before. It was legit little footsteps. I did get the chills and I sat up and I was like, nope, not today. I'm sleeping with the light on it. So I flicked the light on and I sat there for a minute and I thought to myself, like, maybe I didn't hear it. Maybe I was sleeping. They tack yourself out of it. So I went back to sleep. A couple days go by and my little one comes to me. She goes, Mommy, that little girl's mad. She went into your room because you wouldn't let me play with her. And I was like, what, I said, how do you know she's mad? She goes, well, she told me she goes sometimes she has that scary face and I don't like it. And I said, okay, I think I need to give your uncle a call. I'm going to call your uncle, which is my uncle. But you know, so I ended up calling my uncle and he's a medicine man, and I told him a little bit about what happened, and he goes her Indian name is the one who sees clearly, so she can see things that we won't see. And if you're supposed to know about it, she'll tell you. And I said what do I do? And he said, don't always take things negatively. Yes, people come and visit. Sometimes people are supposed to Sometimes some people are supposed to be there for people. He was explaining to me, like a spiritual side. But sometimes people will visit you. Sometimes someone will be mischievous and want you to get up and play. And I was like, that's what's happening to my little one. And he said, this is what I'm going to do. I want you to grab some cedar and you're going to put the cedar on her bed, like right above her bed, and you're going to not use sage but cedar the whole house. And I was like, okay, I'll do that. During that time, my oldest had gotten sick. She had got my sore throat. She wasn't feeling well, so she had stayed home from school and I was trying to find some cedar. In Minnesota in the middle of winter, trying to find cedar was not the easiest thing to find, so I waited a couple of days, and during that time also my oldest had gotten sick and she wanted to fall asleep. Her bedroom was upstairs. She wanted to fall asleep on the couch so then I could be close to her if I needed her or if she needed me, And she was running a fever on and off, so I wanted to make sure she was okay, made sure she had water, et cetera. The first night, I stayed outside on the couch with her, and she was up late watching TV, drinking our water, letting me know that she just didn't feel that. She had a little bit of the shivers. She said she had some body aches, so I was worried she was like an influenza. This was pre COVID time. We had fallen asleep, and then I just went back into my room. The second night, I just told her, if you need me, just call me, like call for me and I'll come in there and get you or to come grab me. Well, all of a sudden, I could hear my phone ringing. Anyhow, on iPhones, the FaceTime called rings differently, so I could hear that. And I wake up and I'm like looking at my phone and she's facetiming me what the heck? And I go I like yelled her. I'm like, honey, are you okay? And I didn't hear her, and then I look and she had texted me, Mom, come here now. I'm so scared, Mom, please hurry. I'm so scared. So I like, hurry and get up, and I like run in there and she's under the covers on the couch and I look at her and I'm like, what's wrong, what's wrong? And she's Mom, You'll never believe this, and I'm like, what, what's wrong? I can't talk about her. I'm so scared. Mom. Just put me in the bedroom and I'm like okay, and I'm like, you don't want to talk about it? And she was literally in tears. Mom, I can't. I'm so scared. So I bring her into my bedroom. I wake up her dad and I tell him, Hey, she's not feeling good. You just want it. You want to sleep on the couch, and yeah, that's fine. So we wake up in the morning. She was feeling a little better, and I said, i'll have to go bring your sisters to school. Do you want to come with me? And she goes yes, I'm not staying here alone. And I go, oh, okay. We get in the car. We drop off her sisters at st School and at preschool, and I get back in the car and I'm like, hey, you want to go get Starbucks or something, and she goes, yeah, yeah, And I'm like, what's wrong, honey, You're just you look so like upset mom. I know I wasn't sleeping, I promise you I wasn't sleeping. But I seen a little girl running around in the living room, but I couldn't hear her footsteps, and I couldn't hear anything that she said. And an old, older lady was standing by me and was like, put a veil over my face so I wouldn't see the little girl. And I go, what do you mean a veil? She It was like, all of a sudden, I see the girl running, and I got scared. I said, running when school's just around the coffee table, like in a circle, And she said. I looked for a second, thinking it was my little sister, and I realized that's not my little sister. She had like old pajamason, and all of a sudden I looked I could feel someone beside me and she said, there was like an older lady there, and all of a sudden, I could all of a sudden, She's like, how she explained it. She goes, I don't know how, but she like put a veil over my face. Then I couldn't see the girl's face because she goes, I was so scared. The first thing I saw was that girl. This she had like long nails, and she kind of looked like me, but she was shorter and she had really long hair. I she was all black. I like see her, it was all blurry her. Everything was black about her. But she looked like a shadow, but were blacker and scarier. How's the story develops. We'll start to find out more about Maria's daughter's actual experiences directed from her. All that and more in part two of this episode. If you have a scary story that you want to share, make sure to go to true scarystory dot com and fill out the form Up next, be sure to check out my other podcasts called a Dark Memory and Scary Story Podcast. Thank you very much for listening. See as soon