Ainsley woke with a fright, screaming and crying with her eyes wide open and staring at a specific spot across her room. It took several (10?) minutes to calm her down. When she finally calmed, she said:
Sohya come play wid me. She died. She nigh night. She over dere.
She's woken every night for the last few nights - and continues to talk about Sohya. Sometimes she says she likes her. Sometimes she says she is scared. Apparently Sohya is everywhere... can be in our room or other places around the house. Our house is indeed nearly 100 years old, in an historic district, could be a ghost. Or perhaps it's an imaginary friend.
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