Several years ago, my family and I lived in this very old building. We had been tenants for about 16 years. We were to move out as this building was being demolished. As any regular night, my brother and I went to bed. We shared the same room and this detail will be important later on.
We always had a small dim night light on. I would get up once maybe twice a night for a drink of water. At about half past 2, I woke up but was afraid to get out of bed. It was chillier than usual and even with my blanket on, my toes were freezing. I had an overwhelming need to look behind me. We had our study tables at the back. So when I did look... There she was. A woman, dressed from a Victorian era, sitting on a stool and facing me. Her expression was blank, she was not looking at me, but in the same direction as me. She had one leg on top of the other and her hands rested calmly on her knee. She was white, had a lovely white aura and every detail defined, including her bustle and bloomed skirt, and fancy bonnet.
Needless to say I was scared, I jumped right back into bed and pulled the blanket over my face. A few minutes later, I peered out and she was still there. At about the same time, my brothers' pillow fell off his bed and he woke up to retrieve it. He had to get off his bed and so he stood and that's when he saw her too. He was not scared, just curious and flung the pillow at her. In an instant, we saw her go through the window.
We didn't discuss it the next day, but did after we moved out and we both agreed that we saw the same beautiful Victorian lady who visited us that night.