Spooky story: ‘There’s a little girl standing at my bed, staring at me!’
Prescott resident recounts disturbing incidents in “haunted house”
Readers share their creepy, paranormal experiences
In anticipation of Halloween, The Daily Courier put out a reader appeal earlier this month inviting all quad-city residents to submit true stories of the creepiest or most paranormal encounters they’ve ever experienced. The deadline for submissions was Oct. 21 and readers responded with some great stories ranging from seeing ghosts in the night to extended periods of unusual, unexplained disturbances in their homes or work places. The Courier will run these stories leading up to Wednesday, Oct. 31.
Our spooky experience began after we bought our first house in 1985 from a high school friend who was selling it due to a divorce. It was an older four-bedroom in Highland, California that had one of those l-o-n-g hallways leading to all the bedrooms.
Our little girl was 3 years old and had a toy “kitchen” in her bedroom, which included a battery-operated mixer toy.
One night, after my husband left for bowling with his league, I was watching TV in our family room.
All of a sudden, I heard the loud whirling sound of the toy mixer. Wondering why our daughter was up playing at such a late hour, I ran down the hallway to her bedroom.
Right when I got to the doorway, the mixer stopped and its light went out. I quickly glanced over at the bed, but our daughter was sound asleep. Puzzled, I went back to watching TV.
Pretty soon, I heard the mixer again, sprinted down the hallway, saw its light go out & it abruptly stopped again when I got to the doorway. Our daughter was sleeping soundly.
Not long after this, I awoke one night, hearing our daughter sobbing in her bed. I went in, sat down next to her on the bed, and asked what was wrong.
She was sitting up in her bed, very frightened, pointed to the foot of her bed, and said, “There’s a little girl standing at my bed, staring at me!” After these spooky incidents, I truly began thinking our house was haunted, and decided to ask our sweet elderly neighbor about the previous owners. She remembered a family who had lived there, who had a little girl.
She then went on to say, “But she died of cancer”. Our daughter’s bedroom had probably been this little girl’s bedroom!
Needless to say, we moved out of that haunted house rather quickly!
— Kathy & Don Stephens,