Shylan's Pretty Ghost
When I was 5 or 6, I lived in what my grandparents and I called the white house. It was beautiful. The day after we had completely moved in, I went to school, and my grandma stayed home. She cleaned the house and started laundry. When she got upstairs she saw the end of her bed messed up. She thought she had fixed it.
When I got home from school, I went downstairs and played with my dolls. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I thought it was my grandma. I yelled her name, but nothing happened. The foot steps went back up and down.
One day my grandpa had a friend over, and they were outside drinking tea. His friend asked, "Who's that at the window?" He pointed to the window where my grandma’s office was. Grandpa said he didn’t see anything. His friend gave a fully detailed description about the person who was there. She had curly hair, a white dress, was a brunette, and was staring right at them!
When I turned 7, I invited my friends over for a sleep over. Guess where we slept? Downstairs. We stayed up all night listening to the TV going on and the washer going along with the dryer and footsteps walking up and down. We heard the toilet flushing and the beds shaking. The ghost was nice though. We asked her to stop, and she did.
She freaked my grandparents out a couple of times. One time, one of my dolls was making real conversation with the other dolls. My grandparents thought it was the TV downstairs. They went and found out it was the dolls! They burned almost all my dolls. Another time, I had one of those crying babies. It was supposed to cry only and be happy later, but it cussed between every cry. They burned it, too.
Later on, we moved to Moses Lake and settled in quickly. Everything was fine, until things went missing. We were in the middle of a corn field, and we would find toys and utensils outside. That’s when we found out the lady in white had followed us. We moved to Methow, and it never happened again.
