As strange as the title sounds, it's only best way to describe it.

I live with my mother and her lazy ass husband. They have an office which I utilize and take advantage of, where the office is located is in the smallest room. And from what a friend of mine, who my mother was renting to, told me as he live in this room that he saw a ghost. I always known that someone died in this apartment and that they're not really dangerous people. I never expected to be a child. From what he told me, and the rest of my family before he left, was that the ghost was a little girl.

That could explain the soft giggles I hear in the middle of the night, and usual I think the TV would be on or that my mom would shack up with her man. But it wasn't. So around the same time I hear talking and giggling. A child's giggle. I was bout 7 months pregnant at that time. I got out of bed dazed and half sleep and I walked to the living room and I remembered saying "Yes grandpa?" While no one was there. I fully woke up and realized that I was out of bed. I shrugged it off and went to bed.

Shortly after my daughter was born did I really felt someone near me. Tugging on my clothes like a young child, perhaps a toddler, does. Before my daughter was born, my little sister came home for the summer from boarding school and she slept in my bed. As she slept in my bed she would hold my 7 going on 8 months pregnant belly and rubbing it softly in her sleep. Shortly after she left and I was on the last week of my pregnancy. I was napping in my room and felt the same sensation. I woke up to find that I had a small hand print, a bruise, on my belly.

When I came home from the hospital. Nothing much happen. I hear voices, giggling. Zoe's toys being place elsewhere from where I last placed them.

A few nights a go as I was working on the computer with several different things, I felt my shirt being tugged. I looked behind me to see if it was my daughter, since she can crawl and pick herself up from the floor and she usually tugs on me, no one was there. I went back to was I was doing and I felt someone's breath on my left ear and her someone whisper "Hey" I jumped and turned around, the door wide open and the lights on. I got up and checked out the living room and then my room. I check my daughter in her crib sleeping. So I proceeded to the office to complete my work.

Just the other day, my husband and I were watching TV. Zoe was playing with her toys and just suddenly the smell of candy came from no where. I asked him "Hey baby, do you smell candy?" He then said to me "You smell it too? It must be coming from outside they are having a fair." I told him, "No.. all the windows are close and the AC is on." I then lifted up Zoe and smelt her. She smelt of cheetos and cookies and it wasn't her. I smelled myself and I smell like clean clothes. The scent of candy just lingered for a while and then it disappeared.

Now this morning as I was rushing to get Zoe ready for Day Care and dressing for my Job Readiness Class I noticed another bruise on my leg. I thought to myself this wasn't here yesterday. And Rudee (my husband) didn't do this... I stared at it for a moment and counted the five little bruises. To my surprise did I found out that it was another hand-print. I placed my fingertips over them to measure and found that my fingers were too big. I placed my daughters fingertips over them and found that they were too small. Strange I thought. I didn't pay it much mind and just got my morning ritual out the way and headed out the door.

Later on today I started to do some research on the company that called me in for interviews next week. Then I started to hear faint crying. My computer is next to a closet and next to a window so it's right in the middle, at a corner. I looked outside to see if someone was crying. No one was there. I check on my daughter. It wasn't her.

The faint crying I heard wasn't your typical baby cries. We ALL know what baby's sound like when they're crying. But this faint cry was more like a young child sniffling and sighing, but you could tell it was crying. I know for a fact that my neighbors upstairs all have grown kids that cuss and vandalize. This cry sound like it came from a 5-8 year old. I leaned my ear up again the wall. It was coming from the wall. I got up immediately and ran to my room next door and my daughter was still sleeping and I still hear it. I looked outside no one was there. I pressed my ear against the wall again and the muffled faint sobbing asked for it's mother Mommy.

I then went back to my office to collect my notebook, because I was writing down directions to places that I need to go. And as I reached for my pen. I felt a tug on my shirt. I lightly brushed it away and it tugged again. I turned around and no one was there.

It's never been this active before. Since I had Zoe around it's been bothering me more so than ever. From what I noticed it, or she, is not a very dangerous ghost. I know she's near by because my stomach turns to knots and I'm being tugged or I feel someone playing in my hair. It never gets cold though. But sometimes I smell the scent of candy. Out the clear blue. Like right now... I can smell it as I type this blog. It smells like strawberries or cherries.

What I think is that she wants what Zoe has... a mommy. I mean why else am I the only one being bothered by her. No one else can't feel her but me.