This story was told in a podcast on the paranormal site Expanded Perspectives.
“My name is Michael. For several years now I have been working as a police officer in a city in the northeastern United States and one night I went to a call to a private house on the outskirts.
An elderly woman called, assuring that there was a strange little girl in her house and she did not know who she was or where she came from. It was about one in the morning and I thought it was a very unusual time for young children to wander alone and go into other people's houses.
I arrived at the address and knocked on the door, but only a minute later the blinds on the window of the door opened and an elderly woman looked who came to her, and then she opened it for me. When I went inside, I immediately saw that it was difficult for a woman to walk, which is probably why she did not open it to me for so long.
A woman, let's call her Rose, began to tell me that she was in her bedroom when someone woke her up.
When she woke up, she saw a little girl next to her bed. The child just stood and looked at Rose, and then ran off somewhere and disappeared into the house.
After this story, I began to suspect that there was probably no girl in the house and that the woman was simply suffering from some kind of mental illness. However, I had to check the house anyway and make sure there was no child in it.
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By the way, inside Rose's house, the walls were covered with wood paneling, painted in a dark color, and it all looked rather gloomy. I went around all the rooms, looked in the closets, went down to the basement - the child was nowhere to be found.
When I left the basement, I told Rose that the girl wasn’t there either, and that maybe she just had a bad dream and was unnecessarily scared. And since the presence of the girl in the house was not confirmed, I went back to patrol.
But about 15 minutes later, Rose called again and this time she began to say that there were a lot of people in her living room. She insisted on this so persistently that I again drove to her house. And again I had to wait about a minute for her to come to the door, look through the blinds on the door window, and then open it for me.
When I walked in, Rose began to say that the little girl was back again, and with her came an old man playing an incomprehensible musical instrument, and another child with whom the little girl was dancing in her living room.
Needless to say, I again found no one in her house and my suspicions about Rose's mental health increased. I invited her to sit on the sofa in the living room and talk to me.
Rose obeyed, but she looked very frightened and began to say that these people in the house were interfering with her sleep. I asked her if she saw any of them now. She shuddered and said that the little girl was sitting next to her on the couch right now.
Since there was no one around, I realized that the old woman had real hallucinations, but when I said that she probably needed to go to the hospital, she abruptly refused, and I have no right to take her there by force. Then I asked her for the contacts of any of her relatives and she gave me the phone number of her son. I called him, but no one answered, perhaps the person was asleep.
I also called the special social service, but they said that they had to wait for the day, and at night they had no one to go to the address. Then I started talking to Rose, trying to calm her down and soon I succeeded.
At the same time, I myself felt very upset, this lady was afraid to be in her own house and at the moment I could not do anything to help her.
I took Rose to her bedroom and convinced her to go to bed and try to sleep. After that, I returned to patrol again. And you probably already guessed who called our number 20 minutes after that. It was Rose again and she was talking about the little girl again.
I will note that when you have been working in the police for a long time, you start to have something like a "sixth sense" when you realize that something is not right here, even if it seems to be something ordinary.
I returned to Rose's house again, phoned and as usual began to wait for a minute later the old woman would come up, look through the blinds and open it for me.
But this time it was completely different. Just a few seconds after my call, the blinds on the door window parted and for a few moments I saw a child's hand. And the blinds parted lower than when Rose did, as if there really was a small child outside the door instead of a grown woman.
The appearance of the baby's handle was so unexpected that I even took a step away from the door. I have been in dangerous situations several times in my career, but I have never been so scared, I honestly admit.
A minute later, Rose opened the door for me and I entered the house. I checked all the rooms again, including the basement and attic, in her house, but of course there was no one there again. Then I sat down to talk to Rose again, but this time I was not sure of anything.
I didn’t tell her that I saw a child’s hand in the blinds, but I tried to talk to her again and she soon calmed down again. Then I left her house and told the police station that if another call came from this address that night, someone else would be sent to it.
I never saw Rose again and I don’t know what happened to her. A few years later, I accidentally drove by and saw this house abandoned with a sign "For Rent". I often think about that night and probably will never be able to forget this story."