A Ghost and a Dog
I've lived in the same house since I was about four or five. I know this doesn't sound strange, but keep reading. Before my mom and I moved into the house, it had already burned down twice. The first time it happened was around thirty years ago, and a young girl died in the fire. The part of the house that was seriously burned was the front part that faces the street. Later, when the house was rebuilt, a garage replaced the burned rooms. Around fifteen years later, the garage caught fire, and killed a young girl, AGAIN. That takes our total up to two deaths, both young girls around nine or ten. When I moved into the house, about ten years ago, I had no clue about what had happened before I moved. A few years later, I was around eight or nine, I awoke to the sound of a young girl's voice. I had one dog at the time named Bouncie. The young girl's voice was saying, "Bouncie will be my puppy in a few years. Bouncie is my puppy." My cousin was due in the next day, so I assumed that she had come in early and was trying to freak me out. I just shouted at her, "Ash! GO AWAY! I'm sleepy!" I turned over to my side and when I turned back to get my dog, she had vanished. I started screaming and my parents came in to see if I was okay. I was in hysterics, screaming about Bouncie and Ash. My mom got me calmed down and told me that Ash wasn't there yet. The next day, before Ash came in, I went to my Aunt K's house and asked her about the history of my house. She told me about the fires and the two deaths. I freaked out and refused to sleep in my room for around a month. The young girl's ghost had resembled me a little bit. Her hair was a light brown, hanging down to her mid-back. Her eyes had been a dark chocolate brown. Her skin looked like an Italian; light caramel and honey mixed. Her nightgown was long, grazing the floor and had a high neck and long sleeves. The really scary part of all this is, a few years later, my dog Bouncie did die. The night he died, the ghost visited me again and said, "I told you Bouncie would be my puppy!" And after she said that, Bouncie, who was dead, came up and licked her hand. Five seconds later, they vanished. I'm almost sixteen now, and in April, it will mark eleven years since we moved in. I have had my share of ghost encounters, but this one was just about the freakiest.
Angel, New Orleans, LA
