One night I was just laying there, half asleep, when I heard someone talking to me. I sat up in my bed and looked at the floor. There sat a little girl who looked to be about 4 or 5 years old. She stared at me and mumbled something that I couldn't understand. I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran out of the room. I didn't see her again that night. But I swear sometimes I can hear someone still talking to me, asking me "who killed me?"