The Devil’s Territory

When I was very young, my family lived in Adelanto California. I don’t know why it was called that, but looking back, I would definitely call it a ghetto. It was a pretty rough neighborhood. I remember kids in the neighborhood telling us we had to throw our shoes on the electric lines before we moved because it was the Devil’s Territory. I guess it was supposed to keep the Devil from knowing that you left so he wouldn’t follow you. On top of all of that I was a scaredy cat. I would climb in my parent’s bed at night and sleep right in between them. One night I was laying there, and I saw a little girl run across the foot of the bed. I could only see her head; she didn’t have a body. I was so scared I woke my dad up. I told him there was a little girl running around in our house. He got up and checked to whole house. He didn’t find anyone in the house. We he got to the kitchen the faucet came on. There was no in there, but my dad and he was on the other side of the room. He didn’t make a big deal about it. He just turned it off and came back to bed. I don’t think he wanted to scare anyone. Later after that, I don’t remember how long it was, but we had another incident in the kitchen. Me and my brother were sitting at the kitchen table, and a cookie jar flew off the counter. There is no way it slipped. My mom kept all of the canisters pushed all the way back. We couldn’t tell anyone what really happened, no one would ever believe us. There were a lot of strange things that happened in that house. Things would disappear or get moved all of the time. The adults always assumed it was us kids or someone just forgot where they left something. I don’t know if that little girl was doing things or if it was something else. I was really happy when we moved out of that town.