Lost Child
When I was 17, before I was married to my first husband, I found out that I was pregnant. At the time I was carrying twins. A few weeks later I began having complications and one of the babies had died. At the time, I lived with my parents. My best friend and I shared a room which had been added on to the house years before. One morning I had woke up very early and felt a strange presence staring at me. In the corner of my bedroom by the door, I saw a small child. She was a little girl about 3 or 4 years old. She had long golden brown curls and she was dressed in a frilly blue dress. She looked very upset and very afraid. I attempted to talk to her, but she disappared. At the time, I didn't mention this to anyone in the house but continued to see her quite often. Each time I would try to speak with her and she would disappear. Then one night, my mom, my best friend and I were all in my room laying in my bed and talking. My mom turned her head toward the corner of the room. She! ! turned a bit pale then shook her head. She stated that she must be too tired because she was starting to see things. At that time, I knew it wasn't just me anymore and asked her what she saw. She stated that she saw a beautiful little girl standing in the corner.
I asked her to describe her and she described everything exactly as I had seen her. I then explained that I saw this child frequently and how I had tried to communicate with her. My mother suggested that I keep trying. For the next few months, I would talk to this little spirit and before long she stopped disappearing but still made no effort to respond. In late November of 1995, I gave birth to my oldest child, Katelyn.
The little spirit was now becoming a very frequent visitor. She would push my daughter in her wind up swing, play with her in her walker, and watch over her while she slept. But the whole time, the little girl seemed sad. Then one night, she came to me in a dream and asked me what I would have named ! ! her had she been born too. That is when I realized that this was the child that I had lost. I told her that I would have named her Courtney and in my dream, I held her in my arms. Since that night, she has appeared less frequently and when she does, she is smiling. My daughter is now two and looks identical to the little spirit who once stood in my room every night. I know she still visits her sister. Katelyn has told me about how Courtie comes to play with her and her new baby brother, and I feel secure that there is such a precious angel looking out for them.