I haven't logged in for ages, but just had to log into this thread and post my own creepy story, after reading through all the pages!!! Great thread,
This is a story that spans 3 generations of my family, beginning when my father was 5 years old. His only sibling, a little sister named Mary Fay
("Fay" being her middle name) died of Leukemia when she was just 3 years old. The year was 1934. Apparently a non-healing lesion on her upper lip led
to the diagnosis, and her death came within months. My father recounted to us this memory, from just a few days after her funeral:
He is playing on the floor in his room when his mother comes in and says, "What is it son?" He looks up at her, confused. She says, "I was in the
kitchen and I heard you calling me." He just shakes his head and tells her he didn't call for her. "But I heard you holler 'Mama' from across the
house. Twice." But he insists: "I didn't call you, Mama. I didn't say anything at all!"
That's when they BOTH hear it. A tiny, sweet voice calling out… "Mama… Mama…?" …coming from the direction of the living room. When they enter
the room, they see her. Mary Fay. Her tiny hands pressed against the tall, narrow window that flanks the front door. Sad eyes peering in. His mother
rushes to the door and flings it open. No one is there.
***Now fast-forward in time… my father grows up, marries, has 4 children. I am that 4th child, and I am on break from college and visiting my oldest
sibling who has a beautiful 3-year-old daughter named Jennifer.***
I offer to look after Jennifer while my sister runs some errands. Her husband is in the garage working on a car. I'm having a blast b/c Jennifer is so
hilarious and amazingly smart, she's actually fun just to talk to! So as I'm bouncing her on my knee, the absolute creep-out conversation of my life
progresses as follows…
"So whatcha been doing for fun these days, Jen?"
"Ohhh… just playing with my friends."
"That's cool. Bet you've got a lot of friends, huh?"
"Yeah. A lot!" *cue cute, bright-eyed kid smile*
"Got a BEST friend?"
"Ummm… yeah. I think… prolly… Mary!"
***Now at this point, the old family story of my father's little sister is a remote memory and nothing of any consequence here. Besides… there's a
gazillion Mary's in the world, right?!…***
"Mary, huh? Does she go to preschool with you?"
"Does she go to your church?"
"Does she live in your neighborhood?"
"Hmmm? So, where exactly do you play with this kid Mary?"
"At night… In my room… She comes to play with me."
***Yeah, slightly creepy. Still… I'm going with the 'imaginary friend' concept at this point.***
"So, this Mary… what's her last name?"
"I don't know."
"So it's just… Mary. Ok. That's cool."
Then this innocent child bouncing on my knee stops and looks into my eyes, with her head cocked to the side and her eyes full of puzzlement, like I
just really don't get the point. And she utters two words which chill me to the bone…
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