Hey my name is Brianna I am 17 and the story I’m about to tell doesn’t seem scary at first just creepy but looking back I thought she was my best friend. I was 5 or 6 years old. I was spending a while with my dead beat father his wife, why my mom worked 3 jobs. I was playing alone in the room me and my stepbrother shared.
I heard a giggling and I looked up to see a girl my age, she was wearing a old dress ,it look to be from the 1800’s. She had pretty blond hair with a orange bow to match her dress, what stood out about her the most was that her mouth had been stitched closed but was lose enough for her to talk to me in mumbles. I still played dolls with her because I was 5 or 6, I didn’t think to ask questions. We played together every time I’d come visit my dad.