Dead little girl who used to play in our house

The child woke up from his sleep after hearing the small mechanical toy train moving he thought his brother returned from the school to play .Suddenly he saw a little girl with old fashion children clothes saying come and play with me in Arabic

The child was surprised as this girl is not from the house and stranger to him, he starts calling his brother Sam, Sam where you are. Mom where are you. Sam was 6 years old his older brother and was in the nearby school, his mother was gone to the market as she used to do daily to bring fresh fruit and bread.

Don’t be afraid, the girl told the child.

Who are you? The child asked

I am Ahlam, she replied and pushing the mechanical toy train toward the child to play.

Then the child did the same he wind the train and forward it to her back and forth

She was happy and focused on the toy train. Then and as always she direct the train to different direction and when the child go to get the train and sit back to resend it to her ,she was gone. The child couldn’t find her at all, he look everywhere. He kept it secret and didn’t tell his mother, the child thought that Ahlam is from the next house and that she came from the upstairs as the houses back then are side by side and any one can jump from one house to another.

She came once a while when the child alone and only play with him they were the same ages 5 years old.

That child was me back in 1958 in Baghdad city.

My mother was tormented with poltergeist activities in Baghdad city back from 1957 to 1960, in our old Turkish style house.

My mother was pushed from the stairs and broke her elbow. I got slapped by an unseen force when I used to go to the old kitchen area.

 My brother Sam was a sleepwalker and he used to say that a voice tells him to go upstairs and jump from the top of the house my mother saved him twice.

Once he was standing on the edge of the house in Baghdad. My mother used to read from the holy book and clean the place, put candles and used to ask for permission to go about certain areas of that old house and when I ask her to whom she was talking she told me that these unseen forces can harm us if we provoke them so we must be careful and always keep the place clean. Many times blankets will be pulled so suddenly from us and my mom run to the room praying until they stop. Dishes and kitchen items used to fall from the shelves without reason.

My dad used to blame my mother for not being careful as he never believes in the Jinn or those unseen elementary spirits. The old house has the water well beside modern sinks and water pipes. When I was 5 years old I woke up way after midnight to have a drink of water from the old ceramic jar 

upstairs then when I saw in the house from the stairs, I saw a man washing his legs using the water from the artesian well , then he turned his face and looked at me with beautiful smile he was wearing an old fashion clothes that not from out era and time. I ran scared and told my mom, she was sleeping she knew and told me to go to bed. My dad heard the noise and asked my mother what’s wrong with me. I told him that I saw a man may be a thief downstairs by the well. He used to put a gun ad flashlight beside him so he took the gun and the false light and went downstairs and searching.

My father couldn’t see anybody and told my mother that I was dreaming or maybe my mother stories gave me imaginations that run wild.

I know what I saw I told my dad, and then went to bed. My older brother and sisters started hearing voices in that area of the kitchen and the water well, the voices coming from specific area in the house, people screaming but  we  couldn’t find who or where, after multiple accidents that happened to my mother, she asked my dad to move from the house or she will leave, the voices  started to influence my brother Sam to jump and kill himself, and it was so dreadful to live in that house, we used to have continues nightmares  , we see shadow figures and some of the white figures moving at night and early dawn when my dad comes to see he couldn’t it’s like a hide and seek and my dad always telling us to stop imagining these things.

 Until one day my dad was in his room and he saw his old recorder pushed away from the table as it was playing a reading from the holy book and he saw a shadow figure move so fast back to the old kitchen area.

My father thought the activity is coming from the old water well so he hired a construction team to come to the house, close the water well and repair some areas in the kitchen and the Turkish bath, and put new bricks, shelves, and new paint. To everybody surprise, the workers uncover a grave with 5 skeletons, a complete family buried side by side in a grave.

 The police were called in and they took the skeletons to the authority to find who those people are. Later my father found out that the dead family of 6 lived 400 hundred years earlier in the same area that our house built on,  and they died by monoxide carbon poisoning or some other form of poison as the police said .

We heard no voices after that, and there were no activities after they remove those 6 skeletons from our house they were a man, woman, and 4 children, exactly the number of our family at that time 3 boys and 1 girl. Sam my older brother goes to school, Raad my younger brother goes with my mom to market he was 2, and Ahlam my sister wasn’t born yet and still in my mother belly .I told my mother about the little girl who played with me and her name, my mom decided to call the baby girl Ahlam after she was borne .   

After  few months, my father sold the house and we moved to a different area of Baghdad. Until 1962 my dad was captured as a prisoner of war after a new government took over, as my father was working for the president family, as a family portrait artist ,we were above middle class and then we became very poor as all my dad assets, money and the studio were taken by the government at that time.

Steve Ramsey, Okotoks , Alberta 

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