This is a story about when I was only about 8 and my cousin was about 9. She lived in N.Y at this moment in a visible but low key neighborhood. It all took place in a two story condominium (small), I was taken to her house one morning to spend the night with her, but our parents had to leave us soon after to do some errands for a while. So we were all alone in her apartment.
I didn't think anything of it at the moment, we then decided to go to her older brother's room to play with some video games until our parents were to return. Then me and my cousin were automatically stopped by the sight of a mother holding the hand of a little girl, wearing all white, heading towards us with the simplest look on their faces. We were not able to move, we were frozen where we stood.
About 10 seconds later, we ran back into her room and locked the doors. We spoke and told each other that what we saw was real. It was actually a older woman and a little girl that we say was her daughter. It was so frightening. We could not believe what had happened but we knew that was the only explanation we had. That was the day we never forgot about.
Did it have a meaning? Was the little girl trying to say something? Was she sticking her hand out for a reason? That day was unforgettable. We tried speaking to our parents. As you would think they did not believe a nine year neither an eight. But was it just our minds playing tricks? I think not, it was a real experience.