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PLEASE POINT OUT ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS, as I write this in a rush. I have somethings to do, so I don't have time to spell check this.

I know all of you in some way. It may have been a long time ago we talked, but I do indeed know you through some sort of odd connection.

Why have I tagged you here? Well I'm starting this book because of something I can flat out say.

I believe in ghosts.

I sound crazy, but I can explain this all. Ever since I was little, I couldn't stand not having a night light. The reason being, that I constantly heard my name at night. But it was odd. It was like I was hearing it, yet not at the same time.

I always dismissed it, thinking it was probably just me half dreaming.

But there was another thing that happened. Me, my mom, and my sister left town for awhile. My dad was home alone since he had work. When we came back, he told us an interesting story at dinner.

He was in bed, and he opened his eyes because he heard something. There was a little blonde girl with blue eyes and a red headband at the foot of his bed. Thinking it was me, (as he was half asleep) he said- "Caity? What do you want? Did you have a nightmare?"

She put her hand up, but didn't respond. So again, he said- "Caity, what do you want?" But then, he realized that I wasn't home. Neither was my sister. Nor mom.

And when he realized this, he blinked and she was gone. When he was telling us this, we were all surprised. My sister said it was creepy, my mom blew it off as a dream, but I had different thoughts.

He told us that he just decided to go back to sleep, just forgetting about it. So he consciously remembers decided to go back to sleep.

Also, our brains are programmed to immediately forget dreams. Simply because they aren't real. Don't think you dream? You do. It's weird to think about, but we dream every night of our lives, if we're asleep long enough to enter the dream cycle.

My dad only ever remembers dreams sometimes, and all he remembers is whether it was a nightmare or not. Nothing else, not even where he was! So I was especially creeped out.

And there is one last detail that kept me with the lights in for days. Back when this happened, my family would actually go to the park. Every time we went, I either had no one to play with and played by myself, or there was another kid there, separate from the others.

Sometimes there would be a little girl, about 14 by the looks of it. She had short blond hair, grayish blue eyes, and always had a red bow clipped in her hair. Sometimes it was pink, or blue. She would sit by herself, if she was there. But if I went up to her, she would run around with me.

I have always been an introvert, even when I was little. And so, walking up to her for the first time was a bit scary. But after that, she was a playground friend. She wasn't silent, or creepy, and she wasn't mysterious like all the other legends go. She was just another kid who ran around on the playground.

Sure, it wasn't common for a twelve year old to be on the playground, much less play around with a nine year old, but I didn't care. Why would I? Sometimes she was there, sometimes she wasn't. But she would always get mad when I tried to include my sister or other kids in the game. Or if other kids asked if I wanted to play with them. That was the only off thing about her, but even that wasn't weird.

I'm sure we all had "special" toys, or "special" friends when we were kids who we didn't want to share. So once again, that was never weird to me. It was normal.

And by now, thinking about what my dad told me, and her, I was messed! I was sure I had gone insane!

I always left before she did. She had never left before me. Ok, that's a little odd, but maybe she can just stay longer.

But one time, she wanted to climb up the slide. I knew my parents were fine with it, I do that stuff all the time. But I wasn't sure with her, so I asked.

"Are your parents ok with that?"

"They wouldn't answer me. But I'm sure it's fine!"

A little off now that I think about it. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Her name was Julia.

I can say fully that the weirdest part was that Julia would put her right hand up when she saw me at the park. Oh, she's waving to you! Nope. She just put it up. She never waved, she just held it up there. Kinda like a waveless hello.

After my dad told me the story, I didn't want to go to the park again. Yet at the same time I wanted to. So, I asked my mom something.

"Hey mom? Do you remember the girl I  play with at the park? Ya know, she's blond, and we usually play around the fire pole."

"Not really, but your sister plays with you a lot. When was this?"

I let it go. This was weird. My mom always watches me at the park because she knows I'm clumsy. How in the love of whatever would she not know Julia?

It's all weird, it all sounds staged, and it's still to this day the most terrifying thing in the life. Well, it was.

But this year in school, I met my first good friend at my new school. Pricilla. Now she was my dude, my home girl, the beast. She was sassy, creative, and could draw wITHOUT ERASING.

She was super awesome. Her mom and dad lived in different places, and he dad had her over the weekends. So they were divorced. This will come in later.

So we were about to run the track at PE, and we were talking on the way there. And she mentioned how she wanted to make a ghost hunting YouTube channel. So, I asked her why.

It had been a LONG while since the ghost incident, but I remember it clear as day. So what she told me was eye widening.

She told me a story. "Well, I actually had a ghost experience when I was younger. I know this sounds crazy, but just listen! I was at the park for a birthday, and I didn't know anyone because it was a distant cousins party. But there was a blond boy in a wheel chair. He had a small bald spot on his head that had a cut on it.

"One of his hands was being held up by a strap. I think it was broken or something. Anyway, we didn't talk much, but we started playing catch with a soccer ball. After awhile of throwing, and him wheeling around, it rolled under a table. So, I crawled under the table to get it. But when I came back up, he was gone! Crazy, right!?

"And when I asked my mom if she saw where he went, she said she didn't see a boy! I was like, 'ya know, the one I was playing catch with?' She Judy told me I was playing alone, and asked if I was okay. Isn't that fucking horrifying?! But he wasn't a scary kid, he was smiling a lot, and seemed really happy!"

I simply agreed, and kept to myself. A little while later, she and he mom moved in with her dad because of money issues. So we can't talk in person anymore. But we still text, even now in time.

That isn't all that's happened, but I think that's for another log. If you read this far, comment "Hand soap". I know it's random, but it's my way of knowing you actually read this. If you don't, no shade. Some people don't have time for that, or just aren't interested. But this will be a book following all the weird paranormal crap that has happened in this house.

Everything leading up until now, and what happens along the way. Hope you'll stick around. This is genuinely something that I'm interested in, and I do believe in ghosts. This will follow anymore odd events that happen. This was the craziest, and unless some rad ass shit happens, it will probably stay that way. I decided to start this so I can track what's been happening, and get this stuff off of my chest.

And if you have any ghost stories, please tell me! I'll probably make a chapter dedicated to telling your story!

Anyway-
Hopefully I'll see you next time as I track the encounters of the at-home hauntings.