When I was 12 I went to my friends house to stay the night (for the 4th time in a row). We went outside to play. As we were outside (it was during the night), we saw a white figure as if it was a little girl staring at us. We just looked back for a minute or two then ran inside to her room and started talking about what we saw.
Then when we went to bed we started seeing her again. This is the thing about it the door was CLOSED. We started to hide under the covers and I decided to look and she was gone. Then we fell asleep.
The next day we were so scared we didn't speak at all until my mom came to get me and I told my mom about the little girl and she said it was just out imaginations. But she didn't tell me that she had experienced that same little girl when she was younger. I found out that the little girl was killed in a car wreck with her mom.
Four years passed and my friend moved to Delaware, but I still talk to her a lot and we still can't stop talking about the little girl that we saw.
One day like 3 months ago, I went to the house again. I didn't see the little girl that night, but I saw a face of a mom and I started to wonder if it was the mom of the little girl. The next day I searched that little girl (for the last time in my life) and found out her name was Amber and was 12 when she died.
I felt sorry for her and now everytime I see Amber I just smile and wave and she actully waved back. It was scary at first now I'm used to it. Now I've moved to another house in Georgia, and I experience ghosts more than I thought I would.