Okay, so this happened to me awhile back, I was about six at the time maybe seven. Imaginary friends weren’t that odd at that age, but I had never had one, until we moved. We didn’t move far just to the house next door to us.
This house was much larger. And had an extra room which my parents made the ‘workout room.’ Or that’s what I called it. There was a treadmill and a weight lifting thing. Anyway my parents wouldn’t allow me in there. I never understood why, but being the trouble some child I was, I would secretly go in there. One day when my parents were out on a date. I decided to go in there. My brother had already caught me trying to go in there earlier and warned me not to. Of course I didn’t listen, I slowly opened the door. It should be said this door, wasn’t the quietest door in the house. It squeaked really loud when opened.
Well I’m getting off track anyway, I opened the door really slowly only peaking my head in slightly. At first I didn’t see anything just the workout equipment, but upon opening the door it was suddenly smash closed. And it wasn’t my brothers. For the sake of privacy we’ll call my eldest brother Drew and the other Zander. Zander having autism never really liked talking to me. And spent most of his time in his room. For those who don’t know what autism is it’s a mental disorder where you are one age but your mind is much younger. In this case Zander at that time was nine but mentally he was four.
Anyway back to what happened. Drew was up in his room with his two best friends playing video games. To hide more privacy we’ll call his friends Andy and Branden. So they were all upstairs, while I was the only one downstairs. No one else could have closed the door with that much force. My parents arrived home a little while later. Of course I told them what happened and of course I was scolded for going into that room when I was told not to. A few weeks went by and nothing really happened. So I thought it had died down. But once again curiosity got the better of me.
My parents were out with friends one night, Drew was at Branden’s house and Zander was at our cousin’s house. I also had a friend over, we’ll call her Hayden. Of course her brother had to babysit us. But he wasn’t paying attention. Hayden and I decided after getting board of playing games that we would go into the workout room, just to mess around. We walked downstairs and inched to the door, once again opening it very slowly. But we opened it all the way this time. There wasn’t anything that interesting, so I didn’t understand why I couldn’t go in there.
We both stepped in and turned on the light. Nothing except, a little girl sat in the corner. Being kids we weren’t that scared only curious. To give some background info. Hayden had dark brown hair and wore a lot of pink. And I had very light curly blond hair and wore a lot of blue. The little girl who sat there looked nothing like us. So it couldn’t have been a reflection. To add Hayden and I were the only girls in the neighborhood except for a little girl named Cassidy up the road. She too had blond hair. The little girl in the corner (I can remember her so clearly) had long long black hair, it looked like she hadn’t washed it in days no weeks. She wore a tattered red dress and looked to have lots of mud on her. She wore no shoes and looked drenched head to toe in water. I could hear her weeping and walked slowly over to her.
“Are you okay?” I asked placing a hand on her shoulder. She sniffled and nodded “what’s your name?” Asked Hayden from behind me. The girl shook her head. “Well I’m Hayden” Hayden replied. I nodded and said “and I’m Kenni.” She shook her head again.
But finally responded with “your name isn’t Kenni!” I laughed and asked “well how did you know that!” She pointed to the wall behind me that had a bookshelf that had my brother’s and I’s baby pictures “Kenna” she whispered.
“Yeah, but I like to go by Kenni, but what’s your name?” I asked
Barely above a whisper she said “Ruby” she smiled after responding. Hayden and I being the nice people we were smiled back.
Soon after Ruby began hanging out with Hayden and I. But every time I asked if Ruby and Hayden could spend the night. My parents would chuckle and say
“Yeah Hayden can spend the night” I would always get upset and say “AND RUBY TOO!” That would just make them chuckle again and agree.
Ruby would never want to sleep in my room, only the weight room. Of course we weren’t aloud and so Hayden and I would sleep in the living room nearby. Two years passed, without anything, Hayden moved to California so we couldn’t see each other anymore. I became an introvert, mostly keeping to myself and staying in my room. But Ruby would come to visit me in my room once and awhile. But would always complain that the weight room was weird now. The year before, my parents had torn out the weight room and made it a guest bedroom. I would laugh and say.
“Well now we can stay in my room!” She never liked it. As I got older I realized I never asked how old she was and when her birthday was. So I asked I will never forget her answer.
“I don’t know anymore, but never ask me that question again!” I figured it was a hard subject for her. So I didn’t think much of it. As time went on, I got more friends and began not hanging out with Ruby as much. I began hanging out with this girl, we’ll call her Karley. Karley would always complain she didn’t like the back bedroom, which used to be the weight room. She would say it was too cold by the door and she always felt sick whenever she stood by it. At this time I was 10 maybe 11 and knew that wasn’t right. But ignored it.
Ruby would be mad at me after anyone else spent the night, telling me I was HER friend. I would just laugh and say your both my friends. Now let’s time skip to a year later. I had become friends with a little little girl who was about eight while I was twelve. She decided to spend the night and went to use the bathroom. It should be said, the bathroom was right next to the old weight room. After ten minutes, my mom and I got really worried. So my mom walked in since her and my friends mom we such good friends. My friend was sent home a few minutes later. My mom said she had been throwing up, uncontrollably. Ruby soon appeared after, and told me once again I was HER friend. let’s time skip one more time.
My parents had bought a boat and we decided to test it out on my birthday. I invited Karley and another friend name, let’s call her Tati. I asked Ruby to come with, she agreed but complained the entire time. I always enjoyed swimming and so did my friends. But Ruby would always say no and ask for me to come back onto the boat. It was like she was scared of the water.
A few days later Tati went swimming and nearly drowned, so she never went swimming after that. After that event I decided to go to the local library like I always did. But this time I went on the computer and looked up my address and it’s history. Since I knew Ruby wouldn’t follow me here, I looked it up. Ruby never liked me looking up the history of the property, so I did it secretly.
There was only one event that caught my eye. In 1845 on my property, a drowning had happened and it wasn’t accidental. A young girl maybe seven or eight years old was playing with her brother, who was about 10 or 11 and hated the little girl. She was playing tag with her brother and ran toward the well. She stopped in front of it and fell. Her brother had pushed her into the well. Where she drowned. The little girl’s name was Ruby . Her brother, soon after was caught and hanged for his crime. But he said he didn’t remember commiting the crime.
After reading the property’s story, I realized Ruby was the little girl. There was one picture attached, it showed an old worn picture of a tiny girl, with a young boy next to her. I printed out the photo and took it to an expert were they colored it, so I could see what it looked like. I will never forget the picture. The little girl had long long black hair and a tattered red dress, mud covered her feet, where she had no shoes. The boy next to her had short black hair that sat under a hat. Both their eyes looked dead.
But the girl had the brightest blue eyes, while the boy had dark brown eyes. The girl was beyond beautiful. I brought the picture home, where I gave it to Ruby. I never saw her after. I honestly believe she was a ‘lost ghost’ who wanted to know what happened to her. I never thought of her as a threat though she did make a lot of people uneasy and sick. I don’t think she was ever a threat. And soon after Ruby left, Hayden and I began talking again. Where I learned, she had began seeing people and things that no one else could. Just as I did. I haven’t told anyone about it, other than Hayden. At times we like talking to them and helping them.
Thinking back I probuably helped Ruby pass on. There are good ghosts and bad ones. But either way they’re all lost. Hayden and I wish to help them. I know this isn’t the scariest story but I just wanted others to hear Ruby’s story.