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  • I was recently asked by a favorite niece of mine to relay the story of the ghost we had in our house growing up. Her 5 year-old currently has a fascination with ghosts, and she was trying to tell her the tale, but was missing a few details. This is the story of the little blonde-haired girl, a true ghost story.

    "Hannah and Norah - I'm very happy to relay the tale of the little blonde-haired girl who shared our house with us at 524 Berkshire Avenue, in the Brookline section of Pittsburgh. She was just like one of the family...although I never met her personally, I did feel her presence. In fact, I felt like I knew her well. She was truly a lost soul looking for a home, and I like to think that the Bridgeman family helped her out a little bit in her quest for a home.

    "The first sighting that I recall hearing about was when Juli and Ken had some friends over. They were playing guitars and singing and telling stories on the 3rd floor of that big, old house on Berkshire Avenue - it had 13 rooms in all - a big house. Their friend Jack went down to go to the bathroom on the second floor. When he returned, he asked 'who is the little blonde-haired girl? Is that one of Mary Rose's friends?'

    "Mary Rose wasn't even home, she was at a friend's house, so no one knew what he was talking about. No one thought anything about it, just chaulked it up to some wierdness. Then, Brian's friend Louie saw a girl matching the same description, down in the family room on the first floor. There were something like 6 such sightings, all of a girl approximately 9 years old, all within several months of each other, and none of them made any logical sense. We finally reached the conclusion that there must be a ghost in the house.

    Hannah - "Prepare to be interrogated by Norah the next time we meet. I just read this to her and she already has about 400 questions...she thinks it's sooooooooooooo cool! Thanks."

    "The most compelling 'sighting' was [probably the time that Mom (Grandma) was standing at the top of the stairs of the second floor, calling down to Mary Rose, and up the stairs came this little blonde-haired girl. 'Why, hello, and who are you?', Mom asked. The girl just smiled and walked right past Mom and into Mary Rose's bedroom. Mom followed her in, a bit perplexed, but the girl was nowhere to be found. She looked under the bed, in the closet, out the window, and she was simply not there. Anyone who knows Mom knows that she is a very down to earth, no-nonsense kind of gal (we have a few of those in the family :-) ), certainly not prone to exaggeration or embellishment. This was kind of the real confirmation that we had a ghost amongst us.

    "One family had lived in the house before we moved into it in 1963, since it had been built, sometime not long after the turn of the century (early 1900's). Dad's Mom had known the family well, they were family friends from way back. So, Dad asked her if there had ever been a little blonde-haired girl in the family who died at a young age. Grandma thought about it - at first said, 'No, they were always a dark-haired clan, I don't recall any blonde-haired children dieing young in their family. But, wait...now, I do recall, there was a little girl whose parents had died in a tragic accident, and who the family had taken in. I'm not sure if they ever actually adopted her, but she grew up in that house, from about the age of 9 until she ran away, when she was almost 18. They never heard from her again. She just vanished.

    Hannah - "Oh, that was the perfect finale...you should see the wide eyes staring back at me right now! Ha!"

    "But, she was never happy there. The other children did not really accept her as a member of the family. She was 'different', with her blonde hair and fair skin. She always seemed to be sad and kept to herself'.

    "The conclusion we reached was, whenever this girl died, whether it was at a young age or much later in her life, she was never happy, and her spirit continued to look for happiness, for a family where she could feel at home, and loved. That house was a connection for her, and when a new family moved in (us), she made herself a part of our family while we lived there. Sightings continued right up until we moved out of there, in March of 1972.

    "We never saw her again after that. I did not feel her presence in Connecticut like I often had in Pittsburgh. I actually kind of missed her. But, looking back, as I said in the beginning of this little saga, I like to think that she found what she was looking for, with us, and that her soul was able to find some peace and solace. I never even learned what her name was...she was always, simply, the little blonde-haired girl. The End!"
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