This is a story that my mom had told me when I was little, and still tells today. She was only 5 years old at the time, so some might find it hard to believe the mind of a 5 year old. But anyway, it starts off after my mother's grandfather had died a week beforehand.
My mom said that she had always been her grandfather's favorite granddaughter out of her 3 other sisters. So one night, she woke up in the middle of the night, only to see him standing at the end of her bed with his hand out. He said, "Come with me, Judy." My mom was so terrified that she just screamed until everyone woke up and asked her what happened. My mom wasn't at all reluctant to include in her story that when she told her mom what happened to her, her mom (my grandmother) had also seen a ghost in that house before.
She woke up in the middle of the night and saw a boy walking around her room. The boy looked to be lost she always said, which makes sense with why it would be wondering around some random house.
That's about it, because they were both two very short stories. Hope you enjoy them.