This is one of my many ghost/spirit experiences, but defiantly the most cherished. In 2003 when I just turned thirteen my mother and I moved to Middletown Delaware. My mom rented out an old "fee simple" house that was built in the 1700's so the possibility of it being haunted was expected. The day we first arrived I told my mom "let me scope the house out" [which meant let me walk through it alone and see what kind of vibe I get] I did this with every house we moved into.
As soon as I stepped in the house I felt a calming and peaceful aura immediately. Once I started walking around a bit I felt someone walking with me and in ways I cannot explain we engaged in a conversation without me actually talking out loud which was something I never experienced and even though very odd to me it did not scare me. The spirit that was talking to me was that of a little girl named Sara. She told me many thing about her house and her life. I felt so privileged to be welcomed into that house by the true owner.
The little girl told me that she was eight years old and she died of the flu [which back in the 1700's was a common killer] along with her father. I can't recall Sara's fathers name but I do remember his actions (which were in a way amusing). The little girl told me that her father enjoyed to drink and coincidently the bottles of vodka and such my mom had sitting on the mantel would oddly fill up or would become almost empty even when no one was there to drink them.
Another thing that Sara pointed out to me before anything happened was that her father did not like loud music and again coincidently every time my mom would have the music on it would always magically get turned down to almost a whisper. The house itself was amazing it was a fixer upper, not cosmetically pretty, but it had beauty beyond looks it had history. Sara showed me a little wooden panel that opened in the staircase that led to an underground railroad passage in the basement.
The most common thing that people noticed was foot steps being heard in the dining room... It wasn't exactly foot steps it was Sara dancing, it didn't take long to get used to that. After talking with Sara we realized we were meant to meet and me moving to the house felt like fate. The funny thing is that right after having my first conversation with Sara I told my mom everything she told me, which later was proof for all the strange happenings in the house.
But the thing that really surprised me was when the neighbor (that had lived in the house next door his entire life) attempted to tell me the story I told my mom about the girl and her father, but I finished his story before he started. My mother and I have since moved back to new jersey but I will forever remember Sara, her father, and the house at 55 East Main Street.