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I had a dream last night. It was about the little girl ghost that may be haunting our house. Otherwise, she is one of those phantons that is drawn to one person in particular, and follows them around (in that case, possibly my sister and her dauter, my niece).
Her name is Valla. And I think the dream I had last night may be premonitional. The fewdreams like this that I have ever had have always come true...

...We (my family and I) are at our house (Three bedroom +a guest, with two bathrooms, and a few of the other amenities), it's afternoon. I'm upstairs in my room, I can't remember why, but it looked like we were doing some remodeling or something. There were boxes sprea around the house. I hear a noise from just outside my room, in the hallway. Like running, towards my parents room. I get up from where I'm sitting and go to check. Nothing. I hear a click-sound in my parent's room like someone is turing on the ceiling fan, and as I step down the hall, the fan turns on. It clicks again and again until it's on high. The blades are spinning really fast. No one is pulling the cord; I freeze, scared. The fans are on these pivots so they can be reangled, but this one keeps rotating and rotating.
I close my eyes, and with them closed I can see it. A smallish figure outlined in back-and-white (Valla?). I hear something like children's laughter, I freak out and bolt down the stairs. I collapse into one of the chairs, one of my parents are asking me what's going on, why'd I run in there like that. I can't find my voice, at first, but end up explaing what had happened.
My dad thinks I was just imagining something, but I urge him to prove me wrong and see for himself. Whenever I can't find something, or I loose something, my dad can always find it. I'm thinking if he comes and sees nothing out of the ordinary, and convinces me nothing's wrong, I'll believe him. We get up stairs and the fan is still on high, but just hanging there. I stay on the stairs as he goes towards his room. I hear something I can't make sense of, the fan starts rotating again, maybe something else starts going too, but my dad bolts back towards me, and run stiffly back down the stairs finding it very difficult to move, like the terror is freezing my legs. I collapse on the sofa, my dad in another chair. My dad starts explaning what he things is going on-
But I hear laughter from right outside the window, like someone's in the back yard. A little girl. She says she's sorry, that she didn't mean to hurt us.
My sister says, "Is that Valla?"
Everyone asks. "Valla's the little ghost girl I was telling you about," she says.
"I have a flower for you. Do you wanna play with me?"
I close my eyes and I can see that highlighted outline of a little girl standing right at the window, inches from me. I hold my hand out, and a little flower appears. My dad takes it, and shows it to my mom.
Then Valla sysa something like, "Can I have a tissue?"
My mom asks, "Valla, are you crying?"
I say something like, "I'll go get one, Valla, just stay there, okay?"

And then I woke up. I'm a bi creeped out.... confused

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