The presence within(Lindi) I and my husband brought this huge nice old house. It was big enough to fit all of our twelve children. The oldest of the kids were twenty, they were twins. When we decided to move in we didn’t know who, or rather what, had once lived in this house.

When we have moved in all the kids got to pick their own room. most of them slept together so there were three spare rooms. I decided to pick the one at the end of the hallway next to my youngest triplets room. My husband didn’t like this room. He said that he felt like he was being watched. I threw all those things aside telling him it was his imagination. But all those thoughts and feelings toward him were now gone.

I was once left alone. All the kids were at school and my husband was at work. I decided to do the laundry when I heard what sounded like a faint squeak. You gotta know that in my house the stairs were squeaky so you would hear someone going up or down the stairs. when I looked out of the doorway to the stairs I saw a girl. she was just going up the stairs. she looked human to me. She looked just like my daughter and was wearing my daughter's school uniform. I looked at her for a while, thinking that my daughter skipped school again. I shouted at her to get back to school. But the weird thing is that she totally ignored me and just went up the stairs. When my kids got home I counted them one by one. there were twelve of them. I decided not to tell my daughter what I saw and ignored it thinking that she might have gone back to school.

At dinner my husband got home from work he asked me what was wrong. he told me my body was shaking. When everyone was at the table I told them I saw a girl that looked like my daughter Laura. Everyone looked shocked. Then I asked my daughter if she had skipped school again and she said, no, why would I mum? my best friend is back.

After that night everything started to get weird. I would hear my young triplets talking as if they had friends, footsteps going up and down the stairs, and my two other sets of triplets did not want their room anymore. They said that they saw a girl and she wanted to play with them. They would try to just ignore her and go back to bed and she would just pull their hair, drag them out of bed, and the bad thing was, she would bite them until they played with her.

There was once on a Saturday when everyone was home. We were all minding our business. My daughter Laura and my twins were in their room doing homework. My triplets didn’t want to play in the playroom upstairs. they said they were scared of the girl. They told me that if they would ever go upstairs they would be dead since they didn’t play with her. I told them they can come with me and my husband upstairs but they refused it. They all wanted to sleep in the bedroom downstairs together. So I left them in the living room so I could go outside for gardening. While I was gardening I felt the urge to look up at the playroom window on the second floor. What I saw scared me the most. the same girl but this time she didn’t look right. I had a feeling of fear and hate from her. I had a feeling that she didn’t want me there. That’s when she disappeared. A few minutes after I heard my triplets crying and screaming, mummy come in here quick. When I came in what I saw was horrible. my youngest triplets had been cut badly, my other two sets of triplets were bruised and bloody, while my twins and Laura were not hurt. I asked them what had happened. All they said that they all went up to get something but half way up the girl appeared and pushed one of them down. The girl said not to ever come back upstairs or they will all be dead. Then she cut them with a broken piece of glass.

I quickly took all of them to hospital with our precious belongings with us. When we were at the hospital the doctors said that they were lucky that they were not seriously hurt but had to stay overnight. After that day I took them back home and to collect our important things to move out. When we opened the front door the girl was standing there. she was laughing at us. than she pushed us out saying that we had destroyed her home. We all had a vision of how she died and how we were all going to die. She was born to a bad family. she was drowned and tortured and she was set on fire when she was twelve.

A few years after that incident I had a baby that was stillborn. I called her Tatiana. She was precious but when I looked at her, she had the same face as the girl that destroyed our lives. I didn’t give my new daughter a proper funeral. I put her in a church and put bibles in her coffin and left without ever looking back.

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