It was about a year and a half ago, the time was 10:30 p.m., I remember. I was in my room watching TV, when I realized the time; I decided to go brush my teeth. I got up and left my room, where I entered my dark and quiet hallway. I was and still am afraid of the dark, but I remained calm and walked to the switch and turned it on. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I started to brush my teeth.
As I was doing so, I saw something out the corner of my eye. I shrugged if off, just my sister, but then, I looked out again, what made me look again? Well, my sister wasn't even home. For a brief second, I saw a girl, no more than my height tall (5'5) with long black hair, wearing what seemed to be a nightgown. Then, she was gone.
I never got a chance to see her face, but I know what I saw. To this day, I try to talk to her. I named her Rose. I told my mom this and she said she didn't know anyone that died here. Then again, the house is over 100 years old. I've tried a countless number of times to contact her, to see her. I wonder what it is that is making her stay here.
Now, whenever I walk down that dark hallway, I remember, I am not alone.