“Mommy!”
“Just a minute.” I called out from the shower.
I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel. I walked across the bathroom, unlocked the door and opened it, expecting to see one of my daughters standing there. Nobody was there. Okay, it must be one of my girls, calling from her bed.
I opened up one bedroom door, expecting to see my daughter, awakened by something. But no, it must be my other daughter. So, I stepped down the hallway to my other daughter’s room and peeked inside. Not her either.
I was totally perplexed, and retraced my steps back to the bathroom. For a second, I thought maybe I was hearing things! But, the voice was so clear and sounded so urgent. I stepped back into the shower and forgot about what I had just heard.
The next morning I questioned both of my daughters as to whether either one had called me last night. Both said they had not – or at least that they could remember. I thought that maybe one had called out in her sleep, and chalked it up to one of them talking in their sleep. But, I could not shake the uneasy feeling that I got from not being able to pinpoint exactly where that tiny voice came from. After a few days, I forgot about it.
Then, about three weeks later, it happened again! This time it really freaked me out! Same scenario – I was in the shower, got out, checked each girl’s room and discovered that again, it was not either of them who had called me.
Since we were the first owners of our house, I knew that nobody had died in the house, and I also knew that before the house was built, the property was all farmland. I was desperately searching for an answer as to where the mystery voice was coming from. Then I remembered that we had noticed a small family plot with small white headstones on the corner of the property that was directly behind ours. Could that have something to do with it? I wondered.
A walk back to the little cemetery revealed that indeed, there was a young girl buried there. I read her name and the dates etched in her headstone. It sent chills up my spine! She was only three years old when she passed away. That would have made her the same age as my youngest daughter was at the time I heard the voice.
The experience with the little ghost girl with the tiny voice had happened shortly after we moved into our home. I have heard her on and off for the past nineteen years, always at night. Over time, the sound of her voice did not startle me as much as it had the first few times I heard it. I came to accept the fact that perhaps she was only looking for her mommy, and would not harm me.
Just last winter, my daughter, who is now twenty two years old, and her boyfriend heard the little girl while they were in the hallway, late at night. They both came into the living room to tell me they had heard a little girl calling for her mother. I just smiled.
I can’t help but wonder just how many more years the little ghost girl with the tiny voice will go on searching for her mommy. It makes me sad to think about it. She was only three years old.
I now believe in ghosts.