Kaelyn Moore

So this is a personal experience.

I had a friend when I was little, probably age 7 to 10, given how well I remember her.

She was older than I was with long brown hair.

She always wore the same thing, black jeans and a red polo shirt.

She would just show up and play with me, usually Barbies.

We would play together for hours and then she would tell me she had to go and she would leave.

One night when I was 10, I woke up and one of my Barbie dolls was standing on my dresser and her little purple plastic brush was going up and down through her hair.

I couldn't see anyone holding it, but I somehow knew it was my friend.

I sat up in bed and I sternly told her that I didn't like what she was doing and that she was scaring me.

The brush stopped.

The Barbie laid down and all was quiet.

I laid back down and I went to sleep.

I never saw my friend again.

I spoke to my parents about it a few years later, and while my mom was incredulous, my father confirmed that he had seen her too.

But they both told me without question that she was not a real person.

Fast forward approximately 10 years and I'm moving out of my childhood home.

I'd already been gone for a couple of years, but I hadn't actually moved my things out.

The day after I had mostly cleaned out my room, my dad called me and said, quote, I have kind of a weird request for you.

Could you come by and tell your friend that you're all right?

I was taking a shower and I saw her walk through the bathroom and then your bedroom door opened.