
Submitted By: Anonymous
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When my wife and I first got married, we bought a trailer in a trailer court in Millersville, TN. My daughter was four at that time. Many nights, we would hear my daughter laughing loudly thinking she was just playing. We didn't think much of it. Then, one night my daughter came to me while I was in the living room. "Daddy, I want you to meet my invisible friend." Okay, so my daughter had a make believe friend. "Her name is Angel," she says to me. "She wants to shake your hand." Playing along, I stuck out my hand and I felt a small cold touch to my hand. I pulled back startled. About that time my daughter turned away from me and yelled angel come back he didn't mean it. Within a second my daughters bed room door slammed shut. My daughter turned to me, anger rising on her four-year old face, and told me that I had really upset Angel. Then she stormed off to her room. I told my wife about what happened telling her about the cold touch.
We went to my daughters room a little while later and asked her about her invisible friend. She said her name was Angel. She was five years old and had lived on the very spot our trailer sat. The next day, my wife and I went to visit the little cemetery right across the street from our home. We could tell most of the tombstones were rather old just by the look of them, but we found what we were looking for. On one of the tombstones the name of a little girl who had died at the age of five. The bottom of the tombstone read "My Little Angel." Angel stayed with us for a long time seeming to become a practical joker. Many times, we would set something down like our keys only to find them laying under my daughters bed. I only had my daughter every weekend and a lot of the disappearance of things happened while my daughter was not there. Lights were turned on and off repeatedly. We would clean my daughters room while she was gone only to return to the room and it have toys laying everywhere. One night, I heard my daughter tell Angel bye and that she loved her. That was the last time my daughter mentioned her name.