Sweet Emily

So it's a well known fact in my family that my house is haunted by a little girl named Emily.  Spend one night here and you'll understand.  And here's her story.

My house was built in 1925 by a young couple, when they died it was left to their son who rented it out until 2008 when I bought it.  So I'm technically only the second family to own in.  When I came to look at my house it was completely empty, shortly after I bought it and started fixing it up I found this small piece of paper folded up in what is now Julia's closet.  On this paper was a drawing of a little girl with "Emily" written under it.  Soon after we moved in we (my friend Tiffany was living with me at the time) started noticing things disappearing around the house or being misplaced.  We would just put it off as our forgetfulness or me putting something in one spot and Tiff putting it away in another.  But then after Tiffany moved out it kept happening.  One afternoon Julia and I were playing out back and talking with my neighbor and I casually mention it when she stops me and asks me to repeat what I had just said.  Turns out the renter that lived here before I bought the house said the same thing to her before she moved, down to the Emily part.

Not long after that my aunt, sister and I went to see a psychic and we asked about it.  He 'channeled' or whatever and told me she was a young girl between 6-8 who didn't have a mother and she's just looking for a mother figure to control her.  She didn't die in this house, she was attached to someone that brought her here and she stayed.  He also told me that when strange things happen around the house just to say, "Emily, that's enough."  Now a few weeks after that my sister and I had a Pure Romance party here and we were talking about it when my cousin Regina asked, "Ally have you ever thought of saying, 'In the name of Jesus Christ, rest in peace Emily?'" 

All has been quiet in the house since then, until a few weeks ago when this doll of Julia's would randomly giggle, cry, make noise all hours of the day and night.  Then Wednesday night I'm in the middle of writing an email and my computer (plugged in and all) just completely shuts down and won't even turn back on.  I just let it go.  Then last night happened....

One 'oldest' friends that I've known, liked and still hang out with and talk to occasionally since we were High School Freshmen, stopped by last night just for a visit.  As we're sitting here talking everytime Randy talked, sneezed, coughed or breathed to loudly Julia's baby doll would go off.  I turn the doll off, finish up what I was working on online and turn my computer off, close it, set it on the table and it turns back on.  My computer did this five times last night! 

I've always said it doesn't bother that my house is haunted, because it really doesn't.  As long as I don't physically see anything or Emily doesn't screw with my head to much, I'm fine.  But last night was to much!!  Now I'm to freaked out to go sleep.  Maybe I need the psychic to come out and cleanse my house or something....