When I was five I was up at my grandma's house. I was staying the night. I went to sleep late, but I kept sneezing, my grandma thought I was sick but I felt fine. When I was sleeping I had a dream about this little girl who got lost. It wasn't a scary dream but I woke up sweating. I sat up in my bed and looked around the door to the room was open and I heard a very light singing. The song made me feel dizzy but it was beautiful. I looked around the room again. I saw a little girl. She was transparent and pale. She looked over at me with sad eyes. I was scared and I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. I thought I was dreaming, so I hit my wrist against the wall. My hand started hurting. I wasn't dreaming. The little girl kept starring, without noticing I was starting to cry. I kept crying, I shut my eyes as tight as I could. When I opened them again she was standing next to me, starring. I was terrified, but for some reason I didn't cry for my grandma. Then she whispered 'Help Me' and simply disappeared.
The next morning I told my grandma what happened. She didn't believe me, but my grandpa said that he saw ghost when he was little too. That day my grandad took me into the paddock and we made a little stone which said little girl. We planted some flowers and prayed.
And I swear on my grandads name this story is true.