I recently moved, but my last house was old, with many creaks and moans. When I first moved in there, my cousin, who had been helping me unpack, stayed over. Multiple times, she would ask what I had said, or if I heard something. At first I called her crazy. We slept on the floor of my room. At about two thirty in the morning, she woke me up. She was pale.
"Someone's in the house." I nodded, before what she had said sank in. Then I sat bolt upright.
"What? Who?" She just pointed towards the kitchen. I didn't see anything. She told me that there was a woman in white standing right in front of the dish washer.
"Don't you see her?"
"What are you talking about? There isn't anything there." After searching the house, she finally settled on sleeping. It was already three thirty.
I had many people tell my about the 'Old Woman in the Gray.' My friends, my family. But I never saw anything. After two or three months, I was fed up. I yelled straight to the house like a crazy person.
"What do you want?" I never did get my answer. Once or twice I would wake up to whispers.
I three weeks from moving again when I saw... Something. I'm not sure is it was the lady in the gray, but something seemed to cross the doorway. Then I felt cold, and a small shadow shot up the corner of my room. And I know it couldn't be a trick of the light from anything outside of my window, because my window faced a hill. I finally did some research and found that the house had been previously owned by a woman named Scarlet. She died of old age. I told everyone who saw gray or white, and the presence seemed to be happy to show anyone who came to the house.
Now, I don't live there and the people that do are renovating it. I kind of hope they get scared...