This happened to me about a few weeks ago when I was going to bed one thursday night. I had to wake up for school the next day so I tried really hard to get to sleep. Hours past and couldn't get to sleep. It was 4:00 am when I heard this loud tapping on the side of a door. I wasn't sure what door, I just knew it wasn't the one that led into my bedroom. I have two cats, so I figured it was one of them. But how in the world could a cat do that? So I quietly slid out of my bed and walked into the long hallway that stretched down to my dad's room. The tapping had stopped, and at least 10 seconds later, a small sighing came from the bathroom. I stood outside my bedroom frightened to death. But I didn't really believe in ghosts (at the time) so I walked into the bathroom prepared for my brother to jump out and scare me.
Instead, a dark shadow stood in the corner of the shower. I turned on the light and blinked a couple times, but the figure still stood facing the corner. I didn't know what to do, I panicked and ran to my room hiding my self under the covers. Light footsteps thudded out of the bathroom and I peaked from under the covers to face a tall blond women looking to be in her thirties standing in my doorway. Her white night gown was covered with blood and she held a knife in one hand. I screamed as loud as I could and once again hid under my covers. When louder footsteps came pounding down the hallway my dad came running in.
I knew my dad wouldn't believe me so I told him it was a bad dream. He gave me a stern face and patted me on the back. I haven't seen that women or the dark figure again, but I know that they're still haunting my house.