PLAY WITH ME

by winter Mclane
(Louisville, KY)

i was laying in bed one night reading a book when i heard a weird squeaking noise. i got out of bed and stepped into the hall to see what it was. i saw the light to my little sisters room on and thought " well that's weird."
my little sisters were at a sleep over that night.
i walked toward the door to turn off the light.
i opened the door and there in the middle of the floor was a little girl,probably around 5 or 6, with blond hair in a blue night gown.
she was playing with my sisters dolls.
i stood in the doorway for what seemed like forever when she turned around and said "come in here sister,come play dolls with me, please big sister."
deciding i didnt want to anger whatever kind of sprit she was i went over and sat across from her.
she gave me a big smile and said " here you be this doll" i took the dool and we played dolls for hours.
when it was around 3:00 in the morning she said, "i have to go to bed now sister,i love you."
i sat there a moment and said, " i love you too."
she got up but before she left she said," can i have a hug big sister?" i got up and hugged her.
she gave me one more smile and vanished.
i walked back to my room wondering what just happened.
the next morning i found a note on my bed side table, it said "thank you for playing with me big sister, i love you signed, Annie."
i went to my computer and started to do a search on the history of my house.
i found an article that said a little girl named Annie lived in the house and loved to play dolls but later died at the age of six.
it said when her big sister ed was interviewed she said she killed her sister because she was constantly asking for her to play dolls.
form then on i never saw Annie again but i always feel her with me wherever i go.