This happened recently so it's still fresh in my mind. I had recently moved into a new house with an upstairs that's very beautiful, and for a full two weeks I hadn't noticed anything odd about the house, until about the third week when I would hear low whispering sounds at night. It was so low I wasn't be able to identify what was being said, but it still creeped me out. I had put it aside because I know all houses have their little noises, so I tried to put the idea of ghost behind me.
Another week had gone by where all I would hear is weird noises of things I couldn't explain. One night I even heard someone said my name, I ran downstairs to see what my mother wanted, only to find out that she never even called my name. I started to feel like I was going crazy, but my parents assured me this was all in my head and that I had only imagined these things in my head. I knew they were wrong but I pretended to agree with them.
That night I was tired and decided to go to bed early, I had gotten under the covers and closed my eyes but for some reason I felt like something was watching me, so I opened my eyes and looked around, and through the window I saw a face staring right at me, an old face that seemed angry and full of hate. I looked at it moved swiftly away from the window.
The next morning I didn't even bother telling my parents because I knew they wouldn't believe anyway, but I didn't care because I knew what I saw and nobody could tell me different.