October 31, 2002

• Okay…I think that I’ve figured things out!
  

   

  
  

  Yup…y’all think that I’m NUTZ don’t ya?  THAT’s why no one (except a couple of really cool people) is reading my site anymore eh?  Well, that’s just fine…don’t read it…that won’t stop me from posting…so there!!  HMPH!!

  
  

   

  
  

  Anyway…continuing on…

  
  

   

  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  The next story begins when my Mom and I moved from our home in Garland, TX to our new home in Richardson, TX (just outside of Dallas) when I was about 17.

  
  

   

  
  

  I was taking some of our belongings over to the new house.  I wasn’t completely alone…I had my dog Haley with me (she was a siberian husky).  Mostly all Haley did though was try to climb in my lap while I was driving…she THOUGHT that she was a lap dog…(not at 75lbs she wasn’t..haha). 

  
  

   

  
  

  Anyway, Haley and I arrived at the house around early evening…it was just beginning to get dark.  I tied her up in the backyard and began to bring in stuff.  I had just taken some boxes into the bedrooms and was walking back down the hallway to the garage door when I heard a little girl’s voice say…

  
  

   

  
  

  “Hello.  Who are you?”

  
  

   

  
  

  “Is someone there?” I asked…a bit nervously.

  
  

   

  
  

  “My name is Rachael…what’s yours?” she replied.

  
  

   

  
  

  “Where are you?  How did you get in here?” I asked.

  
  

   

  
  

  I couldn’t see anything…but the voice seemed to be coming from the other end of the hall towards the master bedroom.

  
  

   

  
  

  “Can you come out where I can see you?” I asked her.

  
  

   

  
  

  At this point I could hear a child’s footsteps scampering down the hallways towards me…but, I still couldn’t see anything.  Then all of sudden they stopped.

  
  

   

  
  

  “Rachael?  Are you still there?”

  
  

   

  
  

  “I’m right here.” she replied.

  
  

   

  
  

  From the sound of her voice she should’ve been standing right in front of me…but I couldn’t see anything.  Now I was scared.  If I couldn’t see anything and yet she’s in front of me…

  
  

   

  
  

  I looked down…

  
  

   

  
  

  “Are you okay?” she asked me.

  
  

   

  
  

  I jumped almost out of my own skin!!

  
  

  “Umm….umm…you are dead aren’t you.” I replied.

  
  

   

  
  

  She began to weep and then ran back down the hallway into the master bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

  
  

   

  
  

  I froze!!  I didn’t know what to say…or do.  I was scared…and yet, I felt horrible that I upset her so much.  I couldn’t just leave her that way.  (I know…sounds a bit crazy…but I couldn’t)

  
  

   

  
  

  I turned on the lights to the hallway and walked down to the master bedroom door.  I tried to turn the door knob…but it was locked.  I could hear her sobbing on the other side.

  
  

   

  
  

  “Rachael?  I’m sorry Rachael…I didn’t mean to upset you.  You startled me…that’s all.  Please…open the door.”  I pleaded.

  
  

   

  
  

  The door knob jiggled and then the door slightly cracked open slowly.  The room was dark with only a little bit of light shining through the window in the corner.

  
  

   

  
  

  “Where are you?” I asked

  
  

   

  
  

  “If I tell you…do you promise not to be afraid?” she said.

  
  

   

  
  

  “I promise. I wanted to say that I’m sorry…and I’m not going to hurt you or anything…but you did scare me a bit.” I replied.

  
  

   

  
  

  She told me that she was sitting under the window over by the corner.  I walked over and sat down facing the corner.  I still couldn’t see her…but I knew she was there.  I spoke with her briefly and then she said that she had to go.

  
  

   

  
  

  The next thing I knew…the bedroom door opened up completely and she was gone.

  
  

   

  
  

  I was still a bit shaken by the whole encounter…but, she seemed to be harmless.  So, I finished unpacking the car and then loaded Haley back up and we were on our way back to the other house to get more stuff to move.

  
  

   

  
  

  That was my first encounter with Rachael.  I lived in that house for about 1 1/2 years and over that time I talked to her on many different occasions.  I found out that she was only 6 years old when she died and that she drowned in the pool in our backyard.  She’d been deceased for several years by the time I moved into the house.  She never bothered anyone…but sometimes, when the house was quiet and there weren’t many people around…you could hear her little footsteps walking up and down the hall…and occassionally, on a good day…you could even hear her giggle. 

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