posted on Dec, 10 2004 @ 10:15 AM
I remebered this incident today, that occured when my family moved into the house that we are still living in.
We moved house in the winter of 1994 (Feb) to a 1960's detached house in a small cull de sac, in a village in the UK. Our 2 young twin daughters, who
were 3 years old at the time, shared a bedroom overlooking a large garden with a tree slap bang in the middle. The garden was surrounded by a large
hedge, but at night was partially illuminated by a street light.
Within days of moving in we noticed that our daughters would bugger about in their bedroom after we put them to bed. When either my wife or myself
went up to settle them down we would find them both standing on the bed next to the window, looking out into the garden. Whenever we asked them what
they were looking at they would always reply "We are waving at the little girl under the tree". Obviously whenever we looked out we saw nothing.
At first we put their actions down to young imaginations and the excitement of moving to a house in the countryside. However their insistance that
there was a little girl in the garden grew to the extent that they would say that they sometimes saw her during the daytime. One night, in the early
hours one of my daughters woke me up and told me "The little girl is in the garden and she is lonely". At this time I was a Police Officer, so
believing that there was an intruder in the garden I got up and checked. You guessed it........no sign of anyone, gate still locked, no one about
After a couple of months my wife confided in me that she sometimes felt uncomfortable going upstairs during the daytime. Especially when I was on
shift and the girls were at play school. When I was night turn, I would sleep until around 1 or 2 pm and a couple of times I awoke thinking that
someone was in the house, when I knew that my wife and kids were out.
About 5 months after moving in I went down to the local pub and struck up a conversation with one of the old boys who had lived in the village all his
life. The 'village drums' had been beating and everyone knew what I did for a job, even though I kept it quiet. So this 'old boy' felt that he
should tell me about some of the things that had gone on in the village over the years.
After a couple of pints he asked me where I lived. I told him to which he said "Oh it was terrible what happened to that poor little girl down
there". I kid you not, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I could hear blood pounding in my ears. "Tell me about it" I replied.
It turned out that the Close I live in had been constructed in 2 phases. Phases 1 had been completed and families moved in, with phase 2 being the
cull de sac I lived in. It was during the school holidays while they were building my house that a family with a couple of kids moved into phase 1.
Obviously my end of the close was a building site and the local kids would go down and talk with the builders. Anyway, one day the little girl form
this family (aged 5/6) went down to see the builders. While she was there a bulldozer or steamroller reversed and hit her. Apparently she died at the
scene and shortly afterwards the family moved away.
I described to this 'old boy' exactly where my house was and he confirmed that it happened right next to it. As you can imagine I couldn't believe
what I had heard, especially as my wife and I had agreed not to mention our 'experiences' to anyone.
I left the pub and went straight home to tell my wife, who was waiting for me downstairs in her dressing gown (it was about 10.30pm) "You won't
believe what I have just heard down the pub" I said. "You won't believe what I have just seen!" she replied.
She told me that she had decided to go to bed to read. After checking on the children she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Halfway through
she glanced in the mirror and saw the reflection of a little girl standing on the landing. Thinking that it was one of our daughters out of bed she
turned to find that there was no one there. She immediately checked our daughters, who's door was closed and both were fast asleep. She told me that
the landing was absolutely freezing.
I told her the story that had been told to me down the pub and it appeared that she had seen the little girl at the same time that I was being told
the story of how she had died.
The next day we moved our twins into another bedroom and the sightings of the little girl stopped. Every now and then they would claim to have seen
her, but we never made a big deal out of things and eventually they stopped mentioning her.
[edit on 20/10/2004 by BillyTheCat]