A true story

A true story

That evening, the father came back home driving a new car, a Range Rover Velar metallic grey in color. Who wants to try our new car? Did he ask in a very loud manner pushing the entrance door of the family house located in a comfortable suburban neighborhood of this no name like mid-west city.

Me, me, me! Said Lilly, the twelve years old daughter, running down the stairs straight from her bedroom. At the very same moment, the mother showed up from the living room with a large smile. They all climbed up into the SUV, Lilly in the back seat just behind her father. Then, the luxurious car cruised the quiet streets like a cruise liner would evolve carefully in a harbour. Inside the car, the exchanges were, at least for the few first minutes, very lively, then, everybody just enjoyed the ride. Suddenly Lilly shouted! Stop, this is my home! The father said, we are not back yet, Lilly.

No! Stop, go back, go back!! Lilly was pointing at a house they just past on the other side of the street.

At that point, the father had immobilized the car, and to please his daughter, decided to roll it back to bring it at the level of the house Lilly was starring at intensively.

Lilly, after struggling with the door to find a way to open it, jumped out, ran to the house, climbed the six steps and banged frenetically on the front door!

What are you doing Lilly? You don’t do things like this, come back immediately young lady!

At that point the door of the house opened quickly and when the woman saw the little girl, she stepped back a little and started to scream as if she was terrorized. She covered her eyes with her two hands - it did not stop her from screaming.

Everybody was in a state of panic and gathered in front of the house, including a few neighbors.

Above is what happened. Now here is the real explanation of what happened: 

The woman who opened the door and screamed, often complained that the house was haunted. And when she saw the little girl, she recognized the ghost!

On the other hand the little girl often dreamt she was living in a house just like the one she recognized as her home.

(True story (but revisited my me) I heard somewhere in a kind of mystery series)

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