One afternoon when i lived in my old house, i was in on my own and i was sitting in my room. There wasnt a door on at that time so i could see directly outside of my room onto the corridor. I wasnt scared at all but then i started getting scared when i heard very light footsteps on the stairs. I closed my eyes and i was repeating over and over in my head i dont want to hear nothing at all.the noises stopped and i couldnt see nothing and i got the phone and rang my friend, i didnt tell her what was wrong because she would of thought i was crazy i just told her to come up.When she came up we sat in my room and we were talking and we stopped talking,she was the first to react and she said quietly what is that noise?I was right and it wasnt just my imagination.I heard it before, that is why i asked you to come up and i thought i was just hearin stuff, my mind playing tricks on me. i told her.We exchanged looks, and we just sat there we got closer to eachother just staring out of my room, the next moment i saw a young girl about six or seven, she was crying and she had a checked summer dress on, ankle socks, buckled black shoes and a bandage wrapped aroung her head, there was a little bit of her hair sticking out at the side her hair was red wringlets.She stopped crying and then she opened her mouth to speak and i stopped her. who on earth are you and why are you in my house? i asked her.she replied back with a little voice she whispered im Molly, i would get out soon, as soon as you can, he is coming and he is coming for you, he likes little girls like us, he enjoys seeing us die in pain.who is coming? who? i asked quicklyhe is coming i dont know his name i just know hes coming she answered.Me and my friend exchanged looks again,when we turned again to look at molly, she was gone she has dissapeared.i started to cry, and my friend was comforting me as i shook i was so scared and so was she but not as scared as me.i was so scared i didnt go out my room my friend slept the night, when my mam came in i told her about everything, she said well i really didnt want to tell you this but, the people before this had a little girl she was murdured, she was pushed down the stairs, cracked her skull open and the person left.but you dont understand she said he was coming after me and she told me i had to leave very soon. i shreiked.Nothing happened after that no more visits from molly and no more noises.i heard the murderer had died ages ago and i settled.A week later my friend came up to visit,she asked me if anything else had happened i had told her no and hte murderer had died she was relieved as relieved as i was. A when we were on the computer up stairs i finished my juice and i asked her if she wanted another cup she said yes. She went first down the stairs, i felt something on my back before i could turn around i was falling down the stairs, i had been pushed my friend was still walking down and she heard me scream, she stopped and didnt move, i stopped falling when i reached her feet. I wasnt hurt that much i just had a couple of carpet burns and a couple of bruises but that it.I thanked my friend for stopping and i told her i could of died like molly if you had of kept walking you saved my life, i told her that i had been pushed and she believed me im glad someone is on my side and we didnt go back upstairs after that, that day.All i thought was he had failed to murder me.