I was at my friend Florence's house for a sleepover on the first week of the Christmas Holidays, when I was in year five and at about 1:30 in the morning we woken up by a thunder storm. We were a little bit scared so we got in the same bed, as we didn't want to disturb her mum. We were chatting to calm us down, when there was suddenly a very bright flash of lightning. The next thing we saw was a girl who looked like she was about 12, waving at us slowly. She was wearing light pink pyjamas with silver hearts on them, and had no expression;she just stared at us and waved. We were both so petrified we could'n move. Florence squeezed my hand tightly, and we dived under the covers. After about a minute we were both brave enough to look, and when we did the girl had vanished. The spooky thing was that we never heard the door (which was closed at the time) or any windows open, or the loft being opened. After that night I think I believe in ghosts now, and lots of my freinds have told me stories.
My friend Mollie says that near where she lives there is an old archway where a man hung himself a hundred years ago. Apparently he does it again every year, and people see them jangling and clanking.
Also in my village there is an old house across the field opposite my house, which one of the oldest in the village. The people who live there now said that when they first moved in they measured the inside and outside of the house the outside was longer than the inside. They knocked through the wall at the end of the house from the inside and found a room only about three meters wide, and as long as the width of the house. When it was completely knocked through a cold strong breeze came from the room and there were no windows or a door so they didn't know where it came from. All they found in there waas a table and a diary. It was a room where they put a monk or a priest or something. They bricked it back up again. Thank You for reading!