I have lived in my current residence for a little over 6 years now. It's a small, costly, yellow brick house. It has a rather large back yard. The first night I stayed there, I had strange dreams about a young girl. She was no younger than at least 6. I only had these dreams for a day or two, but much stranger things began to happen in my conscious world that soon terrified me.
I'm a person who loves to sing. So on a sunny day, home alone, doing some chores, I start to sing aloud to my self. I'm walking around the house singing while I'm doing laundry and things. After a while I start humming, then I completely stop singing. No more than 5 minutes after I stopped, I started to hear the same song I was singing, faintly in my attic. I stopped what I was doing and started to listen. The voice was much higher than mine, so I could tell she was a little girl. The song started to get louder. I started to freak, then remembered the girl in my dreams. Remembering what my step-father had told me about spirits, I reacted. He believed that if you told them to go, calmly and unafraid, they would for compelled to leave you. I started to think, and say aloud, "Leave me, you are not wanted here." Soon the voice got fainter, and the song faded from the house.
Still to this day, occasionally when I'm alone, I'll sing to my self. No voice is heard, no song of innocence. The girl had left my home, but resided in my mind from then on.