Girl in the white dress
It was 10 at night, my husband had left to work, and I was feeling exhausted since I have been up since six in the morning. I had a very productive day, my feet were hurting so much, it felt as if someone had pounded them with a hammer constantly; apparently, heels is not the best option for a productive day. The kids gave me a never-ending battle when I said it was time for bed. All I could think was, Oh Lord, please put my kids to sleep so I can go jump into my soft, fresh, memory foam bed! After 15 minutes of pillow throwing, blankets flying, jumping from one bed to the other, and hearing my daughter screaming with her high-pitched voice, “mommy look, and mommy look.” My son grabbed the hairbrush, and pointed it at my daughter as if it was a gun and screamed at her “Die, Die”; I finally accomplished getting them into bed and staying sound asleep. Finally, some peace and quiet; I went into my room, lit an apple cinnamon candle, turned on the radio and jumped straight into bed.
I knew in my head it couldn’t possibly have passed more than 5 minutes when I felt the sensation I had to get up and pee. Oh I think I can hold it until the morning, but my bladder thought otherwise. I got up and searched for my clock which lit bright red at night, but for some reason, I couldn’t find it. I got up and went straight to the bathroom, only I met with the wall first. I tried opening my eyes more so they will adjust to the darkness, and I noticed something was very different. First of all, the light switch wasn’t were its supposed to be, I couldn’t find it, and I noticed a light coming from the window on the very top, and the bottom was covered in aluminum foil. I immediately knew I was in my old home. I could even smell the odor of mothballs coming from my mom’s closet; this was, in fact, her room. I was trying to find out why I woke up there, when I knew perfectly well my parents had sold the trailer to buy a house a long time ago. I tried opening the door but it wouldn’t open. How strange, I thought. I started looking around, the old dull flowered wallpaper that I never liked because it reminded me of old people, the drawings on the wall behind the door at the bottom that my sister and I drew a day before our parents sold the trailer; it was a 4 stick family with 1 puppy, and our names were on top of each stick person, and the date was February 12, 1998. I noticed my mom’s dresser, she always loved having pictures all over the place, and her dresser was covered in them; but something was off, all the frames with the pictures were there, but the faces were blank. I looked around the room again, and I literally saw time passing me by. The wallpaper was getting brown and peeling, the markings on the wall were fading, the aluminum foil on the window was tearing, the furniture was building up dust right in front of me, and the pictures seemed to be fading. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I felt as if I should just jump into bed and sleep it off. I was so tired, I clearly wasn’t myself, I was seeing things that obviously I knew wasn’t happening; so I did.
I jumped into bed; nothing compared to mine, it was hard, lumpy, and you could almost feel the coils beneath you, and the sheets reeked of mothballs. The one smell that to this day, I can’t stand, thanks to my mother. As soon as I closed my eyes, silence invaded the room, but not the typical silence where you can hear a dog barking in the distance, or the sound of the central air; this was a silence so chilling, so unreal you could only think you were in a scary film. I opened my eyes and apparently, time had stopped; nothing was moving. I sat in my mom’s bed, watching the checkered tile floor and wondering why I was there, what was my purpose?
I heard movement in my mom’s closet, I immediately freaked out because I knew the door wouldn’t open, so no one could have entered, unless someone was there before me. Then I heard a sound a fuzzy baby would make, and I thought to myself, this isn’t real. What would a baby be doing in my mom’s closet? I thought my mind was playing tricks on me but then I heard it again. All these thoughts were running around in my mind as I kept hearing the baby but then my motherly instincts surged out of me. I ran to the closet, open the door and looked around but didn’t see anything. I saw all of my mom’s vintage dresses, and my father’s old suits, and all these shoes thrown all over the floor and I dropped to the floor and got inside to see if maybe at the end of the closet I could find the baby. Then I heard the baby giggle. The most terrifying giggle I have ever heard in my life. Not because the giggle sounded demonic, but because why would a baby be inside a closet. As I crawled to the end of the dark, mothball scented closet, I finally came across a baby car seat and without thinking I dragged it out, battling with all the shoes that were thrown all over. As soon as I was out of the closet I tried putting the baby in the car seat into the light so I can glance at the baby better. It was a beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes baby girl. I couldn’t help myself but to take her out of the car seat and carry her; she seemed no bigger than 3 months. She was a playful baby, giggled at everything I did; I was having so much fun with her when the door from the room opened by itself. I grabbed the baby and she started crying, I knew she was scared, and I didn’t blame her, I was scared too. I started walking down the hallway and hearing the eerie sounds that I made with every step, didn’t help at all. About halfway through the hallway, the baby seemed to get heavier. I looked at her and she didn’t look less than 3 months anymore, she looked about a year or so and I thought how that could possibly be. Her blonde hair was longer and she seemed to be wearing a white silk dress with a pink ribbon tied at the back. I put her on the floor so she can walk and she gave me her hand so we can walk side by side. We were getting near the end of the hallway and a foul stench was invading the house. It smelled like a dead animal that’s been there for a very long time. I turned to the girl and she had aged from a year or so to about 7 years. Still with her white dress and pink ribbon but now she had white socks with black shiny shoes, and she had a pink headband on her head to match her pink ribbon on her dress. We got to part where the kitchen was supposed to be, but everything was a blur. All I could see was the door that leads outside and I don’t know why, but I instantly knew I had to get this girl out of the house. I walked down the kitchen and when I saw the girl, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. Her face had aged, her beautiful blonde hair was growing gray, her hands felt rough, but she still wore that white silk dress with her pink ribbon, white socks and black shiny shoes, and her matching headband. She grasped my hand tightly and I felt as if I wasn’t safe anymore. I felt the house cold, and fear invaded my body. I finally got to the door and the woman was an old lady, still with the same attire, she looked at me and I could see evil in her eyes and a smile drew upon her face and she said, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” I opened the door and took her outside and immediately closed the door. I could see her through the doors window, she turned to face me and the most horrifying thing submerged within her. It was like she was peeling away anything humanly. Her face started to grow horns all over, her eyes turned black as midnight, her cheeks grew scales upon scales, her mouth grew sharp pointy fangs and I closed my eyes hoping this would go away. This creature yelled at me to let him in; I kept saying no and he would become bigger and more enraged. Then I heard a voice behind me, “In the name of Christ, I command you to leave my daughter alone.” I turned around and saw my mother standing there, as beautiful as always with a long white humble dress. She smiled and told me I was never alone. She started praying and with every word she spoke, the creature would scream in agonizing pain as if he was being tortured. I joined in with her, and noticed the fear that had invaded my body, was now a sense of peace, I felt so calm knowing that with every word we spoke, this creature was vanishing little by little. Then out of nowhere, I heard silence once again. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was my red lit clock. It read 10:45 pm. What seemed hours was only a mere 20 minutes or so; but I had never been happier to be at home!