A few years ago we had just moved in to our new house. Shortly after my older daughter was telling me, my wife and our younger daughter she felt a presence of a spirit in her room that seemed friendly and she thought it was a young girl. She thought her name was 'Lillie'. She said she had seen her once and she seemed to be wearing a brown gown with some type of print on the fabric and that she had short curly blond hair. It reminded her of the costumes worn on the show "Little House On The Prairie."
Many odd happenings went on for a few months. I was never a believer in ghosts, but I was always intrigued by ghost stories. Then one night as I was saying goodnight to my daughters in their own rooms, my older daughter asked me to lay in her bed with her so she could tell me about her day. I thought she was stalling to go to sleep. I was laying on the edge of the bed and draped the blanket lightly over my legs, hardly covering them. A few minutes later I felt a small hand on my right calf grab the blanket and give it a light tug. I instantly thought it was my other daughter being playful. I also thought the hand I felt seemed too small to my younger daughter's hand. I looked over my shoulder but did not move. A few seconds later I felt the hand again, only this time firmer and the blanket was pulled even harder. It got my attention. I got off the bed thinking my younger daughter was doing this. When I got off the bed I realized she was not in the room and was very confused. My daughter asked me "what was wrong?" I explained what I had just experienced. Then my daughter told me that was Lillie being playful with me because I did not believe she existed.
I remembered once on the way to drop my older daughter at school I had made fun of her about Lillie, and she became very upset with me. She had never reacted with me like that before and I felt badly that I had hurt her feelings. I apologized but she was not too happy with me. When I got home from dropping her off at school I went upstairs to check on my emails. As I started logging in I heard what seemed like two little girls whispering and giggling. At first I thought it was a radio left on somewhere in the house, but when I checked I found nothing that could have created that sound. I shrugged it off and went back to my computer. Again I heard the whispering and giggling, but for some odd reason I knew the little girls were whispering about me. As I got up to try and find the source, I noticed it was coming from my older daughter's bedroom. Then it stopped when I opened her door.
So one Saturday, as I was alone in the house walking towards the front door, I saw her at the top of the stairs looking down at me. She looked just like my daughter had described her. I saw her for about second that when I did a double take, she was gone. I am a believer now!