I’m coming for you, so you better watch out

Alright, listen to this. You might think it’s made up, but I have to share it. This took place over five days.

A few years back, around noon, my mom and my sister went out to get stuff for a big family dinner. We were having about 20 people over, so they bought loads of groceries. When they got home, it took about 15 minutes to unload everything.

While they were gone for about an hour and a half, something strange happened with my younger brother, Sam. He’s much younger than me and my sister, Lisa. If you spent a day with him, you’d think he was 10, even though he’s almost 15.

To set the scene, I was in the living room, which has a door to the backyard. If you were in the kitchen, you could see the living room perfectly. The stairs to the upper floor are by the front door. When you walk in, the stairs are to your right, the bathroom is straight ahead, and the second living room is on the left.

While sitting in the living room, I noticed a red ball rolling towards me. As it stopped, I heard a girl’s voice calling me from upstairs, sounding about 10 years old. I thought it was Sam since he had said he was going outside, but maybe he snuck back in. He was the only other kid in the house, so it made sense to think it was him. I got up and headed to the stairs. When I reached the first step, I froze. The red ball was there, just lying on the step. I ran back to the living room to find the ball, but it was gone. I went back to the stairs, and the ball had moved to the second step. I heard the same voice calling me from upstairs. Just then, the back door opened, and Sam walked in. Here’s our conversation:

Sam: “What’s up?”

Me: “Are you messing with me with this red ball?”

Sam: “No, I’ve been outside the whole time.”

I froze, trying to make sense of it. Something in the house was playing tricks on me, but I didn’t know what.

That night, I had a dream about the ball moving up the stairs. It happened every night until, in one dream, it made it to the top. Everything went dark, and I heard the girl’s voice say, “I’m coming for you, so you better watch out.” I swear I saw a faint outline of a girl sitting on the top step.

I’ve been researching ever since but found little to explain my experience. I stumbled upon urban legends and spooky stories, but nothing about a little ghost girl.

I’m not jumping to conclusions yet. I want to find more information before making any assumptions, probably by looking up the house’s history.

I’ll keep you posted if I learn more. Hope you found this story as intriguing as I do!