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So a while back my mom lives in this house on brindle mountain. The landlord to the place was super anal about making sure they did no remodeling or repairs...he wanted NOTHING changed. It was odd to say the least.

After a while my mom and stepdad started saying they think the place was haunted by the ghost of a small girl. They said sometimes they would see the shadow of a girl walk from room to room. Or hear playing in the back when nobody was back there. And sometimes it sounded like a small child was sobbing but couldn't tell where from.

So me being an atheist at the time kinda blew it off. I was like "yeah...right...haha"

So anyway. This was towards the end of me and now ex-wife's relationship. When we split up, I started living with my mom until I got on my feet. We shared custody of our daughter 50/50. So one week she'd stay with me until Friday, and then she'd go to her house until the following friday, and then she'd come back with me. Simple right?

Anyway. It was Saturday night and I was on the computer. It's probably like 2 in the morning. I'm just surfing music. The computer desk was in the kitchen facing a wall and on that wall was the doorway that led to the bedrooms. So If anyone came out of bed to get something from the kitchen then they would walk right passed me.

My little girl was always getting up in he night and getting into trouble. She'd raid the fridge or knock something over climbing up on something. She like to get up in the night and raid the kitchen because she knew everyone was asleep and she could get away with it.

So this particular night I happened to be up and on the computer. I see my daughter sneak into the kitchen with my peripheral vision and she froze when she saw me. And just stood there. I didn't look at her or pay her attention. I figured she had seen me...she knows she's caught....hopefully she will go back to bed and go to sleep without me having to make a big deal of it.

So she stands there for about 3 minutes. I can see her the whole time but I make a point not to look at her so she will just go back to bed. She eventually turns and walks back towards the bedroom.

It was dark in the room...but I could still see her turn and leave.

Everything was dead silent after that. So after about 15 minutes, I got that feeling in my gut that all parents get when their kids are too quiet, and decided that I need to check on her because she's probably up to no good...in 15 minutes I should have heard her climb back in bed or rustle through toys.

I stood up and walked into the next room that led to the bedrooms. And it was pitch black...couldn't see a thing. I stopped dead in my tracks, the hair on my neck stood up, and I got a sick sick feeling in my stomach...that's when it hit me:

My daughter was with her mother that night, not with me.

It still gives me chills to think about it.