Well it’s been said throughout my family that in my grandmothers home, on the steps, stands a little girl. I didn’t believe them (mostly because I am terrified of ghosts), that was, until I saw her.
I was comforting a crying baby 2nd cousin. When I turned at an angle I saw a girl with black or dark brown hair in a dark purple dress standing on the stairs, staring at us. I whipped around and saw nothing. The girl looked about my age, no younger than 11. Now every time I go to grandma’s, out of the corner of my eye, I see that little girl.
We also have a suspicion that an older girl died in the attic of my grandmother’s house! Based on the dreams of my cousin, but that too is a different story for a different time. come to my grandmother’s house and stay there one whole night if you don’t believe me, I dare you!