I'm tired of listening to the voices in my head, I can't sleep anymore, but last night I notice they weren't in my head, they were in the closet next to my bed, right now I'm gonna enter the closet to see what's inside. I already opened my closet's door, and began searching for a place that the voices could come from, There is a door behind my shoe shelf, I'll open it but I'm scare of what is behind, I'll open it now, I can see the shadow of a little girl around 5-years-old she has a knife in her hand, I slam the door and run, I'm calling the police but i know they won't believe me. The police finally arrived, I just told them what happen and they asked if I was on drug but I told them That I wasn't, They said they'll check my house just in case and that if I could guide them to the door I told them about. After an about an hour later the told me there was nothing and that probably I needed some sleep. I'm going to sleep liked they said. This morning when I woke up both my closet's door and the door inside was also opened, I just think it was that I left it open and forgot to close it last night. I just returned home from work and somehow the doors are opened again, this isn't drugs, nor need of sleep, nor any mental illness there is something or someone in my house other than me and I live alone since I'm 20, I decide to call the police again. half hour later they arrive, still not believing me they decide take me to hospital for tests. I just out of the hospital the results will be over in a week , a policeman decided to stay with me until the results are out, however, I know 'she' won't appear because there is someone else here. I woke up in the middle of the night and the policeman in my closet, he was standing ther for about 20 minutes until he turned around and said "I didn't know you had a daughter, what's her name?" after that he passed out. This morning I asked him if he remembered anything he said he ddidn't I shrugged it off as a dream, the week went by with no problems, and the results were out, it turned I didn't have anything I felt relieved but still felt mad because no one believed me, I decided to talk to 'that girl' somehow. It was already night and I decided to speak with 'that girl'. I opened both doors and shouted "I know you're there I just want a little talk with so please come out!" After a while waiting, in front of my eyes appeared a girl exactly like the first time I saw her, I sat down and told her to do so too, she did and I asked her "who are you? what is your story?" it took her a while to answer but this what she said "My mom was cooking and left the kitchen for a while when she came back the stofe had created a big fire in the kitchen, she ran to my room and hid me in the room behind that door, in that my father was trying to turn off the fire but got caught in it my mom ran to see what was happening and she was also caught, the fire spread through this room and out of curiosity I opened the door and got caught too, by the time the firefighter arrived it was too late we were all dead. My name is or was Mary Thompson and I was 6 when I died."
Shocked, I asked why was she still her,
Mary said "I loved and still love this house so I want to protect this house and the people living in it, that all there is to say." I wanted to cry, it was such a sad story. After that I told she could stay here if she wanted to, she thanked me and dissapered in the darkness of the room behind that door. It's already been two years since she is still there but it doesn't bothers me anymore those voices.
