Dead Sister


A Personal Experience By Angel

One day when I was in the 5th grade, I was at sitting at school in my math group. At the time, my mother was about a month pregnant, but she didn’t have a name for the baby (or at least I didn’t think she did. Anyway, my enemy Brittany was looking through the math books and stopped. She looked at me and asked, "Do you have a sister named Kearra Madaline Pierce?" I shook my head no and asked her why, but she just said that was a name in one of the books so she thought, since we had the same last name, it might be my sister.

A few months passed by, and then, one day when I got home from school, I found my mom crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "Kearra died." I asked who that was, and she told me she was my little sister—her full name was Kearra Madaline Pierce.(she died before birth). Just hearing that scared me, because my enemy had asked me if I had a sister with that name and I’d told her no—to me, I felt like I killed my sister.

After that a few years passed, and one day I was walking home with a soda box my mom had sent me out to get when i heard a little girl call my name. I looked around but nobody was there, so I walked home and watched TV until it got dark, and then I went to take a bath. When I was almost done, I heard the same voice calling my name. I was really scared, so I got out and changed. In the morning, I got up and brushed my teeth, and once again i heard my name being called by the little girl. I told my mom, and we moved soon after.

About seven months passed, and I was once again brushing my teeth when I heard someone giggle. I immediately ran to the front room, yelling for my little brother, but he wasn't there and my mom was at work. Everything was off when I had gone to brush my teeth except for the bathroom and front room lights, but when I went to the front room, the TV was on. I called my mom and told her about everything that had happened, and guess who she suggested it was? "Kearra Madaline Pierce."

I hadn't experienced anything like this until a few years after her death, but even now, I hear my her call my name and I see shadows of her. I’m not scared anymore, though, because now I know that it’s just my little sister.


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