Remembering The Day When We Moved!

I was about three years old when my mother moved to a new apartment. My mother never believed me when I said I saw a ghost or if I heard something. So I was sitting in my room at about 3:00 p.m. My mom was setting up the kitchen. I was putting up my curtains. When all of a sudden I heard footsteps. I dropped the curtains and ran to my mom. She asked me what happened. I told her I heard footsteps. She said stop playing around. I went back up to my room to finish what I started. This time I worked fast. I want to get out of there before anything dangerous happened. When I finished I ran down stairs to my mom. I was scared.

I went outside to play catch with my neighbor. My neighbor,Kennya, was about four. She said she saw something in my window. I asked her was she for real. She said she knows what happened in that apartment. I asked her what happened. She said three children died in there. I said how did she know. She said that she saw them die. I asked her was she sure it wasn't a dream. She said no because there was a fire. I didn't know there was a fire I told her. She said ok whatever.

My mom asked her was she gonna stay tonight. Kennya said she had to ask her mom and dad. She lived next to us when I turned two. She moved the next month. She said she was gonna stay tonight. I was surprised she was. Kennya and I ran to the kitchen. Day turned to night real quick. We ate dinner and ran to my room. After two hours we were sleep. I woke up from a terrible dream. I woke up screaming. Then I saw a little girl pass the door. I was scared and I couldn't believe my eyes.

I got up and walked the way the little girl was going. The ground felt as if it were gonna collapse. I ran back to my room. Then I heard little kids running in the hall. Now I was sure I wasn't illuminating. The next morning I told my friend what I saw, heard, and felt. She told me I was just seeing things. I said I saw it myself. Then a week turned into a month.

I was scared now. One night I was scratched by something. I told my mom she still didn't believe me. Then one night my mom was scratched. This time she believed me. She had to. My mom moved to my grandmas house. Nothing happened ever again. We moved to a house and we pass up the apartment. We see the kids but pay no attention to them.

Sent in by Taylor