Kingsgate Village seems like an ordinary apartment complex in Houston, Texas. Compact apartments are stacked side by side, and on top of each other on a square property. But unlike most apartment complexes in the area, Kingsgate is supposedly haunted.
Rumor has it that residents have caught glimpses of a little girl wandering about the complex.
A ghoulish little girl has appeared in far corners and in shadows, so that every resident that has allegedly seen her questions whether they saw her at all. But one former resident, Tina (name changed for privacy), knows without a doubt that the little girl exists.
The Little Dead Girl in White
She knows because she once spoke to her. “I was twelve when my parents divorced,” she began. “My mom couldn’t afford a house, so we moved into Kingsgate two months after their divorce was final.
“Naturally I was sad about not having my dad around anymore, but I saw the apartment complex as a strange and wonderful new place to live. I’m not sure if it’s there anymore, but there used to be a playground when I lived there, and I spent many hours playing by myself in the yard.
“I desperately wanted to make friends there, but I had only seen one other kid besides me at the complex. It was a small girl, probably close to my age,” she recalled. “She watched as my mother and I carried boxes into our new apartment.
“And when I waved to her, she ran off toward the other side of the complex. Anyway, I spent each afternoon playing on the swings, hoping upon hope the girl would show up. After a few weeks, she did!” Tina smiled.
“She came right up to me and asked if I needed a push. We became very good friends after that.
Houston’s Most Haunted Apartment Complex
“Her name was Ruth and she told me that she had lived with her father in one of the end units. Every day when I would get home from school, I found her waiting for me by the swing set.
“’Where do you go to school?’ I asked her one day.
‘I don’t go to school.’
“’But why not?’ I pressed.
“Ruth shrugged her shoulders in her white dress.
“’There wouldn’t be any point,’ she said and left it at that. Even at twelve I thought this was strange. I started asking her more questions about her life.
“’Why do you wear the same dress every day?’ I pestered. “’It’s all I have now,’ Ruth replied. ‘How come I never see your daddy?
“’He’s too sad these days,’ Ruth replied, digging one of her shoes into the dirt. She was by far the weirdest friend I had ever had, but she was kind and played with me every day,” Tina shrugged.
“So weeks passed and I stopped asking questions. Until one day when I got home from school I couldn’t find Ruth anywhere. I walked all over the complex but there was no sign of her.
“Puzzled, I decided to find her father. I knocked on the door of the end until, and a red eyed man appeared.
“’Can I help you?’ he murmured.
‘I’m looking for Ruth, is she home?’
“The man blinked at me, as if I spoke in another language.
“Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.”
“’I don’t know who put you up to this cruel joke, but Ruth has been dead for five years now,’ he snapped. "And he slammed the door in my face.