by Austin
I use to live in a house in Livonia, Michigan. My family and I swear it is haunted. We have all experienced something except my father. I'll tell one story (even though I have plenty more). One cloudy day, my mother and I were home alone. My mother was upstairs and I was downstairs watching TV, when I decided to go up to my room. I turned the corner and froze. Sitting in the living room, was this little girl. I walked upstairs to my mom and asked, "Mom, who is that little girl downstairs?" So, my mom freaks out, and we go downstairs to look; and there was no one there - all the windows and doors were locked.
Most people say that it was just my mind playing with me; but, if so, why do I remember so many details about the girl. Hmm...