My husband has gone away on a business trip and my daughter wanted to sleep next to me. One rare night my son fell asleep in his own bed. As I turned off the light I could feel her body stiffen and snuggle in tighter. I asked what was wrong. She said she didn't want to talk about it. So I said are you thinking of the pedlar woman. She said shhh Mummy, don't speak of her, she scares me.
I said to her that she is safe and I stroked her little hand and asked her what is so frightening about her. Rebecca said she was mean to her and shouted at her all the time. So I took the opportunity to ask questions. To summarise our conversation, Rebecca said this was her Mum but not me. She wore black long dress and had an older face which was always cross at her. I asked why she wore black and she said because her dad had died. Before her dad died her Mum was kind to her. Then she met this boyfriend and they got married and he didn't like me. He shouted at me all the time. ( by this point Rebecca was half asleep talking to me). I sympathised with her and said it must of made you sad. She said she wanted to cry, but she didn't ever as he would just shout at her more. I asked her if she went to school, and she said no. I asked her what she did instead and she said she had to get out of the house or stay in the house and get shouted at all the time. So she would get far away from the house as possible. She use to have two friends, the one friend and then she had no one. She went all sad and said no one liked me, not even the dog, he always chased me.
She described the house as a cottage next to a gate and a farm over the way, but she never went to the farm and never knew who owned it. She said she got into a lot of trouble as they didn't feed her and she had to steal fruit as she was so hungry.
She said they hated her so much they poisoned her until she died. I asked her what they did with her body, and she said in a mature voice, probably nothing,just dumped it as they didn't like me anyway.
Rebecca rolled over and said I am tired now mummy.
I said to her that she is safe and I stroked her little hand and asked her what is so frightening about her. Rebecca said she was mean to her and shouted at her all the time. So I took the opportunity to ask questions. To summarise our conversation, Rebecca said this was her Mum but not me. She wore black long dress and had an older face which was always cross at her. I asked why she wore black and she said because her dad had died. Before her dad died her Mum was kind to her. Then she met this boyfriend and they got married and he didn't like me. He shouted at me all the time. ( by this point Rebecca was half asleep talking to me). I sympathised with her and said it must of made you sad. She said she wanted to cry, but she didn't ever as he would just shout at her more. I asked her if she went to school, and she said no. I asked her what she did instead and she said she had to get out of the house or stay in the house and get shouted at all the time. So she would get far away from the house as possible. She use to have two friends, the one friend and then she had no one. She went all sad and said no one liked me, not even the dog, he always chased me.
She described the house as a cottage next to a gate and a farm over the way, but she never went to the farm and never knew who owned it. She said she got into a lot of trouble as they didn't feed her and she had to steal fruit as she was so hungry.
She said they hated her so much they poisoned her until she died. I asked her what they did with her body, and she said in a mature voice, probably nothing,just dumped it as they didn't like me anyway.
Rebecca rolled over and said I am tired now mummy.