My parents split when I was 5. I moved in with my mother and brother into this small, cozy house. We were still putting our stuff into our rooms and such. The first night we stayed there, we had to sleep in the same room. I slept in the bed with my mom and my brother slept on the floor in a sleeping bag. During the day, we heard noises and bangs, but put it off as just the house still settling.
The bedroom we were sleeping in had three windows. One on either side of the bed and one at the foot of the bed. That night, I woke up around 3:00 am. I turned to the window on the left side of the bed and I saw a lady standing there in a white dress, looking out the window. She had long, white hair flowing down her back. She seemed like she was crying.
I was debating on getting up and walking over to her. In the end, I decided against it. I turned to the window on the right side then looked back at her. I sat up and tried to speak, but no words came out. I watched her for a few minutes. I looked out the window, and saw the church that the house was right next to.
I looked at the window in front of me, then my mom. Everybody was fast asleep, leaving me and the lady awake. I turned back to her, but she was gone. I looked around the room to see if she went somewhere else, but she was officially gone.
I laid back down and fell asleep thinking about her.
The next morning, I told my mother about her and she said, "She must be from the old church..." Ever since then, I have never forgotten about her.