"Growing up, my mother always talked about one of the first houses that she, myself, and my dad had lived in...
This particular house was very small. It had a large living room, which was partially open to the small kitchen, and to the left, was the only bedroom it had.
My mom always said that she would hear a child crying. She also would hear a sound, like someone was rolling marbles on the wood floor. Sometimes she would hear the sound of someone dropping a bunch of wood planks... thus, making a loud noise.
At the time, I was no more than 3 maybe 4 years old. I've always had the ability to remember a lot of my growing up years. My family is always amazed at the accuracy of my memory.
I remember having to sleep in my parents rooms on a "Jr." bed, which was my crib mattress, put on a very short bed, with head board and foot board.
One night after going to bed, I heard, a small child giggling right next to my bed, which was located next to my parents bed.
I sat up, and wondered why my parents had not heard it too. My dad was snoring, so I believed they were sound asleep.
After my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I saw a small girl looking at me with a big smile, on her face. She motioned for me to follow her into the living room.
My mother always put a night light in the living room or any room next to the room they slept in. (You know, so it would be easier to go to the bathroom in the dark.)
Anyway, as I followed her, I saw that she was fully dressed and her hair was done in two braids with ribbons on the end.
I remember being confused as to who she was, what she was doing in our home, and wondered, was she lost?
While following her, I caught sight of her face with the night light, and was scared at what I saw.
This girl had a very strange face!
It seemed her eyes were slanted, quite large, and located more to the sides of her face. Her nose was very pointed, with a beak end. When she smiled, she had pointy teeth. I almost screamed. I remember thinking she sort of looked like a white owl.
She then grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen, where she told me we were going to play a game.
She must have communicated through my mind, because she did not talk with her mouth. She then motioned to me to get under the kitchen table, which had a rather long tablecloth on it.
Once under the table, I was excited because this was one of my favorite places to play.
She then reached into her skirt pocket and showed me her marbles. They were bigger than a regular marble; I know if you've ever played marbles, you have seen this size marble.
She started to roll them toward me and she motioned me to roll them back to her. By this time, I was relaxed, and not worried as to who this strange looking girl was.
I was having so much fun, that I started to giggle. She did as well. After about 5 minutes, the kitchen light turned on.
I then saw my fathers' legs and I was about to call out to him, when she touched my arm and put her finger to her mouth telling me to be quiet.
My dad seemed to be looking for something or someone. He even went out the back door to check.
After a while, he turned off the kitchen light and I heard him go back to bed, where I heard him talking to my mom.
The whole time this was happening, I was getting worried that my parents would find out I was not in bed and get upset with me.
After about 10 minutes, I didn't hear them talking anymore, so I started to get out from under the table, which seemed to anger her that I was leaving.
All of the sudden, her pointy teeth got bigger and she looked evil!
Needless to say, I got scared and ran back to my bed. I covered my head, and started to cry.
My mom heard me and asked me what was wrong.
I told her I got scared, because I saw a mean looking little girl. She then put me in bed with them where I felt safe, and was soon asleep.
The next morning, I remember seeing my mom putting our things in boxes. When I asked what she doing, she told me daddy was going to find us a better place to live.
We were out of that house in less than two days. We stayed with my grandparents until we could find another house.
Years later, I heard my mother, telling her friends that we had lived in a haunted house; I didn't even know what that meant at the time. I just kept playing.
I heard her tell her friends that my dad never had believed her as to the happenings, until he had heard it for himself.
I then realized mom was talking about the night I had my late night visitor. Mom said that it was the first time she had ever seen my dad with fear in his eyes.
When he had gone back to bed that night, the first thing he had told her was, "Start packing, because we're moving real soon!"
Fifty one years later, I still remember it, like it was yesterday."
Wow...a creepy "Owl girl"?!
I wonder just "whooooo" (or WHAT) it coulda been?!
I guess Owl never know! ;)
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