“She’s not THAT mean.” “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have hit my brother!” Now yelling, “You can’t take me away! I’m telling!” My daughter runs into kitchen where I am and grabs hugs my leg very tightly and starts crying and yelling, “Don’t let her take me! Don’t let her take me! I know where she will take me!”
Up until then I had assumed her barbies simply got into heated arguments about why she had been gotten in trouble for something. I now have to reassure her frequently that I don’t let ghosts in the house and I won’t let anyone take her.
Backstory: we had temporarily rented a house while ours was renovated. Old house from 1902. I’m a single mom with 2 kids so all this creepy talk kept me up at night for 4 months! Further research lead to me finding out 2 people had committed suicide in the house and 1 died under “suspicious circumstances” and the skeleton of a young girl was found in what used to be the back alley, which had since became my backyard.
Needless to say, I’m very happy our new home is in the newer part of town!