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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Much-Evening6686 on 2025-10-01 11:49:51+00:00.

This is a story I heard from a woman I recently got to know, and it’s her own personal experience.

It unsettled me a little, so I’m going to share it here in her own voice.

This is a story from when my children were still very young.

I have two children—let’s call the older one Sophia and the younger one Emma. At the time of this experience, Sophia was eight and Emma was three.

One day, we were looking at a group photo from Sophia’s preschool days. It was a photo I had accidentally left out of the album, and I casually showed it to Emma.

Then Emma began pointing steadily at one particular girl. There were about eighteen children in the class, with roughly eight girls, but for some reason she kept pointing only at that girl.

I thought maybe it just caught her eye, and left the photo sitting on my desk. Sophia and Emma are five years apart, so there’s no way Emma could have known Sophia’s preschool friends.

A few days later, my parents came over to visit. I happened to mention that photo to them. I brought the photo back out in front of Emma and asked, “Can you point to the girl again?”

At first she said “No” and refused, reluctant to point. But after I asked several times, she hesitantly pointed again—this time rubbing her finger in circles over the same girl’s face.

I thought maybe I was forcing her and that’s why she pointed like that— but then Emma hurried off and shut the door connecting the living room and the wash area. And then she said quietly: “It’s coming.”

Confused, I asked, “What’s coming?” and she answered, “The girl.”

A chill ran down my spine, and feeling uneasy, I changed the subject and tucked the photo into the album so we wouldn’t look at it anymore. Nothing happened right then, but I remember my parents looked pale too.

A few days later, during Emma’s bath time, I had washed her body and finished washing her hair, and was drying her with a towel, when I noticed she was staring intently at the corner by the bathtub.

The next moment she pointed and said, “She’s here.” Of course, there was nothing there.

Terrified, I grabbed Emma and hurried out of the bathroom as if fleeing. She did the same thing two or three more times afterwards, pointing to that same spot in the bathroom and bursting into tears.

So, remembering something I’d once heard as a way to cleanse a place, I sprinkled salt around that area and burned sage. I don’t know if it worked, but after that she stopped pointing.

I myself can’t see ghosts and have never seen anything like that, so I don’t know if there really was something eerie there. Emma is fifteen now and doesn’t seem to remember it, so I can’t ask her the truth anymore.

Maybe it was all just a coincidence… or perhaps just a child’s words or an imaginary friend. That’s what I’ve come to think.

But what still troubles me is that I’ve completely lost contact with the girl Emma kept pointing at—and her mother. By the time I noticed, they had moved away and I no longer knew where they were.

Even now, I wonder… is that girl Emma kept pointing at still living well somewhere? Perhaps… the girl was already gone back then. The truth, I’ll never know.