Perhaps this is nothing. Three years ago I moved in with my boyfriend to his small appartment outside the city. As the city was growing there were a lot of empty appartments in our building so when we started thinking about buying instead of renting, we decided to move in to the city (we didn't like the quiet ambiance).
Really soon after I moved to that appartment I started feeling there was something in the hallway. I tried telling my boyfriend but he didn't believe me.
If you gave one step out of the bedroom you would find yourself at the end of a corridor with the living room door infront of you. Another step and you would have entered the living room. Well, the thing is, after giving just one step, if you looked with the corner of your eye you could see a little girl standing almost at the other end of the corridor and she was like dancing (or moving, not really sure). If you turned your head completely to take a better look, she was gone.
I would say, by her height, that she must have been 10 years old.
I grew more afraid of open doors, so at night when we were going to bed, I could never sleep if I knew the bedroom door was open. I was always afraid of her getting into the room.
When my boyfriend, now my husband, and I got married we decided to finally move to the city. When we did we went to register our new address at the City Hall. When we did they asked us where we used to live and we gave the guy the address, then he said the most amazing thing: "so you two are moving to the city but not the little girl?"
- Which little girl? - my husband asked. The guy said there was a little girl living with us according to his records. We asked for the name but he noticed we had no idea who she was so he said he shouldn't disclose information.
Like I said, perhaps this is nothing. It could explain what I saw in the corridor, but it also could mean the girl moved out and she didn't register her new address ever since, but she should because its needed for school paperwork. Whatever it was I hope you have enjoyed the story.