Paranormal journal entry 2
Date October 1st, 1992, on this day I was walking my Chocolate lab through my neighborhood as I always do every day it’s our everyday normal routine, as I am walking, I see this little girl long blond hair probably no more than six or seven years old and she was riding her bike and I watch her cross a busy street which quite concerning because she is far too young to cross the street without a parent. As I watch this little girl my stomach is in knots and I fear this little girl is going to get hit, but she makes across the street safely now this little girl is so dang cute, and so polite she comes up to me and says, “hello may I please pet your dog? I say, of course sweetie she’s friendly and she’s loves kids”, the little girl begins to tell me she loves dogs, but she can’t have one because her mother is allergic, now after petting my dog the girl says thank you, I have to go now, I say ok, be sure to cross safely.” This little girl stole my heart, and I didn’t know where she came from, I live in pretty big neighborhood and it doesn’t have that many kids in living it, I thought maybe she lived in a different neighborhood where I often walk but never really seen her down there. She’s always alone, she’s always riding her bike, and I see her wearing the same outfit. At that time, I didn’t think much of it because kids often come to me and dog because they know us and see us in the neighborhood. What had me curious was why was a little girl out by herself crossing the street let alone coming up to a stranger? Did her parents teach her no rules whatsoever? No kid that young should be crossing any busy street without adult supervision. I honestly was scared for this young child, the street I walk on by every day is extremely busy and drivers fly down it all the time often driving right through the stop sign. And to see this young, little girl crossing the street terrified me. So, I made it my mission to watch over this girl anytime she crossed the street to make sure she crossed safely. I saw the same little girl every day on a walk and she’d come up to and talk to me and ask to pet my dog, of course I’d tell her yes. I saw her every day for weeks until one day she disappeared, then I started seeing flyers on telephone poles where I walked, there was an image of a little girl the same one I saw that always came to me. One day I was out for a walk and I overheard my neighbors talking about a little girl on the news that got hit by a car, apparently it was hit and run, and driver was on the run from the police and there a warrant out for this person’s arrest. His name for John Carradine he as forty, grey hair, six-four, and weighed two-hundred and thirty pounds, and he was involved with another hit and run homicide. She was six or seven years old, long blond hair, she rode a bike, her name was Jessa Atkins, and she was crossing the street on her way to school and a car that was doing ninety down the street hit her killing her instantly the driver just sped off. The little girl witness the hit and run and when John Carradine found out he followed the little girl and purposely hit her. However, there was a witness out mowing his grass and he saw the man in a red Honda with the license plate CRZYDR. The man had reported seeing a red car plow through a stop in which the little girl Jessa Atkins was crossing to go to school hitting the little girl. When the school called saying her daughter didn’t show up for class the mother was concerned and went looking for her, and when she saw her daughter on the ambulance gurney she broke down and cried. Completely devasted the mother went insane from the loss of her daughter because she blamed herself, committed herself to a mental institution, where now she currently resides. When I heard this story, my heart sunk into my stomach and I began to tear up. Hearing this story was rough because I have two kids of my own and to imagine what that poor little girl’s mother went through was hard to comprehend, if something happened to my kids I’d go nuts. Here this sweet little girl I have been seeing was a ghost, apparently, she came to me because she knew I had I gift and had unfinished business, she wanted to see her favorite thing one last time and she had a message for her mother and father, and she wanted me to find her and deliver the message. I saw a flyer on a nearby telephone pole and pulled it down, it had the name and address of the house of where the little girl had previously lived, now here’s the weird thing, I walked down the neighborhood where the little supposedly lived and I swear on my life I have seen her once but don’t really remember, maybe I caught a glimpse of her one time or again, anyway I walked to the address of the house and the father was the only one living there; I knocked on the door, he answered looking rugged and rough like he’d been drinking. “Hi sir, I said smiling, you don’t know me, but I live in the neighborhood and I know your little girl and I’m very sorry for your loss, you see sir she came up to everyday and asked to pet my dog, that’s how I know her. I don’t how to say this, but do you know where your wife is and what mental institution she is staying at? He looked at me all perplexed, thank you for your condolences, he said solemnly; I think somewhere local, try the Windsor-Laurelwood Institution.
Anyway, he said, why do you want to know, sir it’s hard to explain and I’m not sure you’d understand, try me he replied, okay I said with a slight smile, I’m a medium and I have a gift I can see ghosts and spirits and I talk to them and I have been seeing your little girl and she’s been visiting me recently and she came to me saying she has a message for her mother and father and wanted me to deliver that message. Ok he said, with light in his eyes what is that message? Ok, your daughter said that she loves you both very much and it wasn’t you or her mother’s fault it also wasn’t an accident. I heard a story from my neighbors about some guy wanted for a previous hit and run homicide and he’s wanted his name John Carradine, have you heard of him?? Yes, I have my daughter witnessed a hit and run involving an unknown victim and her and mother witnesses. We reported to the police and when the police told that John Carradine was on the run, we knew it was only a matter of time before he would find us, you see my wife and daughter were going to testify against him but since this whole incident my wife blamed herself for my daughter’s death and committed herself, I tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault, but she wouldn’t listen. I was just about to leave when I felt the little girl tug at my shirt, there she was looking up at me with sad eyes. Miss, she said in a tiny sad voice, please tell him it was the same man that hit that woman was the same man that hit me, also she said tell him I can’t rest until he’s put away. Sir, I said calmy, I something to say your daughter who is here with now is telling me to tell you that the same man that hit that woman is the same man that hit her. She also said she won’t be able to move on until that man is put in jail. The father’s eyes lit up after he heard the message but was still looking sad at the same time, Jess if you can hear me it’s my Daddy, I love you so much, I’m so sorry sweet girl, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that bad man will go to prison so you can have peace and move on. I began to tear up, the little said, tell my daddy I love him too and it’s not his fault or my mommy’s and tell him I’m always watching over them. I will I answered, gently squeezing the little girl’s hand. I thanked the father for the information, and he thanked me repeated for the time he had with his daughter and I bid ado and went on my way.” The little hugged me and thanked me and disappeared, I walked home and got into my car and drove to the institution where Jessa’s mother was residing. It was a short ten-minute drive from my house, and I have as stole away sitting in the back seat. Jessa was sitting in the back with her hand on her lap and she is humming her favorite song her mother always use to sing to her “Amazing Grace”. “Hi, I said, looking in the review mirror, she looked me at and smiled warmly where’s your dog she asked curiously? Oh, she’s at home I replied, she was looking out the window when I left. Jessa giggled and it warmed my heart, you know I said, my dog looks for every time we go for a walk. She does? Jessa asked. Oh yeah, don’t you know animals can see and feel ghosts too? No, she answered, I didn’t that’s pretty cool, I think so too I agreed.” Just then we had pulled up to the institution and I parked the car, unbuckled myself and got out, walked into the hospital. I was greeted by a friendly staff member greeting me with a smile and saying, “Hi, how can I help you? Hey back, I responded with a smile. Yes, I’m here to see my sister I lied, what’s her name the nurse asked, Jesse Atkins, I’ll let know you’re here the nurse answered with a smile, thank you I returned. I waited for a good ten minutes then the nurse came in with Jesse Atkins, I asked the nurse if would be ok to sit outside in the garden and the said, ok that’s fine she left to go back to her desk.” I took Jesse by the hand and lead her outside to one of the benches, they sat down together. I looked at Jesse and began to talk, “Mrs. Atkins, you don’t know me, but I live in the neighborhood and I knew your daughter, she came to see me and my dog every day when I was out for a walk. She looked at me confused by saw her eyes light up when I talked about her daughter. My name is Miriam and I live in the neighborhood and I’m a medium and your daughter came to recently and she has message for you. “Hi, Miriam nice to meet you Jesse managed to stutter, you know my daughter? Yes mam, I do she came to see me dog every day and I always worried about her crossing the street, I’m so sorry for your loss. I saw your husband less than two hours ago and he’s worried about you and wants you to come home, he wants you know it’s not your fault. Oh? Yes mam, what happened to your daughter was travesty and I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through. Thank you she said. I was busy getting ready and I always walk with my daughter to school but that day I was running late, and we barely had time for breakfast, and Jessa left without me by time I realized she was gone it was too late, that day she wanted to be a big girl and go by herself, but I shouldn’t have let her go, it’s my fault she’s dead, she sobbed into her hands. No, I said firmly it’s not your fault it’s the guy her hit her, it’s his fault, that’s why I’m here mam. Your daughter who is sitting here right next to me has a message for you, Jesse stopped sobbing and looked at me, Jessa says she loves you and to stop blaming yourself for what happened and it’s very important for you to get out of here and