Little Girl Ghostly Tale

by Julia
I'm Julia from Sydney, Australia and I have a very disturbing story to tell you. When I was seven, I was in bed reading when I saw something out the corner of my eye. So I looked up, and saw a little girl standing in my doorway with very pale skin that was transparent. She had white robes on, and had a very sad look about her. We looked at each other for like a minute; then she vanished.
I didn't see her again, until I was ten. My father had died that day from what the doctors called heart failure. As I was in bed, all warm, cosy and about to drift to sleep, I saw her again in my doorway.  But this time, she didn't look sad, she looked happy. This (my eyes told me this) was not a good smile she had on her face, but a wicked, evil smile.

Mum sent me to what she called a thinker helper (a Psychologist), because she thought that I was making up the little girl story for attention. I haven't told anyone else about the little girl since, because I know not many people will believe me.