so there I was...my head hurting so bad that I wanted to kick my own ass when I hear my daughter talking. now I'll preface this by saying we were alone in our house. now her talking is not uncommon. she has a vivid imagination and spends hours playing by herself, having epic conversations and adventures. this was different. it was like she was having a conversation with someone that she wasn't playing with. like an adult. my ears pricked up and I heard her tell whoever that she was going to be 8 in may. that was enough. I got up and went into her room and she was alone playing. I asked her who she was talking to and she told me she was talking to the man.at first I almost laughed because I thought "the man" as in the establishment but then I got serious. I asked what man and she told me xxxx. she said the name of the man who lived here before who committed suicide. pee pee pee.
I've known there was something in this house since we moved in. the first day I heard a voice call my name. not a normal voice either. I hear noises, see shadows and my room is always freezing. whoever this is, I have spoken to it and asked it NOT to talk to my child but I guess he forgot. thankfully we are moving soon. I don't want anymore contact with xxxx. I hope he can find peace. ghosts always seem cool on tv or whatever but real ones are scary.