Hell Child of Stony Plain
I used to live in Stony Plain , Canada , and there, I learned of a legendary little girl who was popularly known as "The Hell Child."
I don't know her real name, so I will call her Jean. From what I understand, Jean used to live not too far from where I used to live. Her family was ostracized by the neighbors. Jean was only six years old then, and she was always lonely. She didn't have any brothers or sisters to play with, and even the neighborhood kids were told not to play with her. (Why the neighbors ostracized Jean and her family is a mystery
One day, a young family of three moved into the neighborhood. In the family there was a little girl of seven years old. (I shall call her Judy)
Jean saw an opportunity to make friends with the new kid on the block and she took it. Soon, Jean and Judy became best friends. For the first time, Jean was happy; she had a friend to play with. They played everyday, and their favorite playing spot was under a tall Scotch pine tree. There was an abandoned caboose that Jean liked to pretend was a home. Judy too loved the idea of having a caboose as a play-home. The two girls were happy and promised to be best friends forever.
One summer afternoon like any other, Jean and Judy were playing in the caboose when they heard thumping noises. Judy popped her head out the window and saw a man, dressed in black and wearing a large hat, punching the caboose. Judy was scared and quickly hid away from the man. The man had seen her and was calling for her to come out. The two girls were scared and started to scream. Unfortunately, no one else was around to hear their screams.
The man walked around the caboose, looking for ways to enter. But soon, he stopped and walked away from the caboose and went into the woods. The girls, seeing the man gone, rushed out and ran home.
The next day, Jean went over to Judy's house and received a shocking news: Judy was dead; she was hit by a car earlier. It was a hit-and-run and the driver of the car was never caught.
Jean was devastated. She cried all day. Jean never spoke to anyone or smiled ever again. She would spend her days in the caboose and not return home until near sunset. That was her daily ritual.
Sometimes, according to her mother, Jean would talk to herself. At first, she assumed it was Jean's way of coping with Judy's death—by pretending Judy was still with her.
It was only after a month of Judy's death that Jean started to talk with her mother. Even then, she spoke very little. Jean's mother finally learned who Jean was talking to all the time. Jean said it was a big man in a black cloak and wearing a big hat. Her mother scolded her for creating such an ominous imaginary friend, but what she didn't realise was that the "big man" was real to Jean.
Jean's Parents were worried that Jean's depression may lead to worst things beside creating an imaginery friend, so they decided it was time to take her to a psychiatrist. Somehow, soon after her parents decided that, Jean's behavior changed; she became happier. Her parents were elated and thought it was no more necessary to see a psychiatrist. Days later, tragedy struck-Jean slept one night and never woke up.
Jean's mother found some drawings and notes in the caboose. She was shocked to learn that her daughter had made a pack with the "big man."
Rumors of it spread, and Jean became known as the "Hell Child." In her notes, Jean wrote the "big man" had promised her that if she followed him, he would find her many friends. Jean believed him and accepted his deal.
Jean, the "Hell Child" had been seen on many occasions by many kids. They say she always asks if they wanted to play with her. If they accepted, their souls would be tagged, and they would be run down by a mysterious car. Two children, after Jean's death, had since been run down by a hit-and-run that was never found.
I personally didn't believe this "Hell Child" rumor until I saw her myself. I was getting ready for bed one night when my room suddenly became cold. I felt a presence behind me and turned. I nearly wet myself when I saw a little girl my age standing in the corner of my room. She was in a long black dress. Her hair was silky and long. She was looking down to the floor. When she looked up, I choked-her eyes were blood gorged.
She asked if I wanted to play with her. I remembered the rumour and quickly replied, "No." Then my cat, Sweetpea, went to her. She asked if she could play with Sweetpea. I wanted her to go, so I said, "Okay." She then disappeared. Sweetpea let out a sudden shrilling cry, jumped on the bed, and huddled close to me. Sweetpea and I slept after that.
My mom woke me up the next morning and hugged me before anything. I was puzzled. "What Ma?" I asked. But she wouldn't say. She just held me tight and said, "Oh so sorry darling."
I found out later that Sweetpea had died. My dad found her at the door. Her face was crushed and she was bleeding from the eyes and mouth. She panted hard for a while then died. It could only have been a car.
I was depressed about Sweetpea so I had a friend, Christie, stay over for support that night. I told Christie about the "Hell Child," but she didn't believe me—until she saw her herself.
We were sleeping when Christie was awakened by someone touching her feet. She saw the a girl in black dress standing at the foot of the bed. Christie knew it could only be the "hell child" that I told her about but she wasn't afraid. She talked to her for some time. And when the "Hell Child" asked her to come out and play, Christie refused. The "Hell Child" then vanished in thin air. Startled, Christie woke me and told me she had a bad dream about the "Hell Child." I said to her, "It wasn't a dream. I saw her too. I wasn't sleeping."
I don't know if you want to believe my story, but I swear it's true.