One time my grandmother was looking for an old trunk full of her high school yearbook and diplomas, so she went downstairs into the basement. Her house didn't have a light in the basement at the time so it was fairly dark when she reached the bottom of the stairs. I remember she told me that there was a small white glowing figure of a little girl only a couple of feet away from her, she thought it might have been a practical joke my cousin played on her. But when my grandmother reached out to touch it the little figure let out a muffled cry and vanished immediately.
Ever since then my grandmother has a light in here basement but there is a always a space under the stairs that does not get hit by the light and my grandmother swears she still sees that little girl watching her every move, but when she turns around to look the figure disappears. "She was wearing a long dress that dragged on the floor and was holding a ragged looking doll in her left hand" said my grandmother, "She was also full of sadness... I could feel it" My grandmother got very frightened about living in that house so she moved into a tiny two-story building.
She told me things in her building were going smoothly until she saw that little girl's reflection in her bathroom mirror. My grandmother screamed so loud that she almost lost her voice. The glowing figure let out the same muffled cry and disappeared one more, but my grandmother knows in her head that the little girl is still watching her from every dark corner in the building, and at night my grandmother thinks she hears that muffled cry when its really just the wind... Or is it?