I think my house has a protector ghost. A female. My house is built on old farmland. Before that, Indians lived in the area (not sure if they specifically lived on the land my house is on). Pilgrims also traveled through here and lived in the area.
The first time I saw this female ghost, I thought I dreamed her. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling completely cold. I opened my eyes to see a young woman in white standing beside my bed. Her hand was right by my face, like she had been touching me. She wore what looked like a white, old-fashioned, dress (kind of like a nightgown). She looked like she had light brown hair, with some blonde in it. Her expression towards me was sad, but she had a look about her like she was normally very happy. She stared at my face, before floating up to the ceiling and disappearing.
I immediately looked at the clock, and saw that it was 1:07 in the morning. I convinced myself that I was half-awake. It wasn't real.
The next night, I woke up freezing cold again. And she was there again. The exact same thing happened. She looked like she had just touched my face, stared at me, and floated up the ceiling again. It was 1:07 a.m. I turned my light on and didn't sleep the rest of the night.
She didn't show up again the third night. The weird thing is, when she was there, I wasn't scared of her. I felt calm. It was only after she left that I got scared. Probably because my brain was thinking "HOLY CRAP THAT WAS A GHOST!"
She never came and touched me again. Although, I believe that she's here for protection. That same year, a few days after Christmas, I woke up to screaming outside. It was like there was multiple voices, all panicked. It sounded almost like fighting was happening. I was going to get up, but this female ghost was standing by my door.
She looked at me again, but her face was very serious. She said "Stay where you are. Don't open the door, don't let them in." She said nothing else to me, but merely stared at me. At this point, I was far too terrified to do anything.
After a few minutes, I was out of enough shock to actually move. I sat up, grabbed the chain for my ceiling light, and yanked it to turn on my light. As soon as I had done so, the noises outside stopped. I looked around, but my female ghost was gone. Safe to say, I kept the light on the rest of the night and didn't sleep.
I swear that I've seen her out of the corner of my eyes every once in a while, but she's yet to show up in my room again or talk to me.