text: yes, a little girl that used to be in the house I grew up in. I saw her twice. Once in tattered rags for clothes and once in like a sunday dress. She actually saved me from falling out of a window when I was young. Her name was Elizebeth and my mom knows that she was murdered close by when the area used to be farmlands in the 1880s I think. It wasn't weird and she was very friendly, although there were some weird things. Like for instance, all the clocks in the house would stop on certain times, and my grandfathers clock (that wasn't wounds and was broken at the time) would randomly work and stop working. She didn't look faded or anything. It was like the little girl was alive.\n\nMy mother and I have also smelt smoke every once in a while. It's always weird because I'll start smelling the smoke and theres a kind of feeling. My mom's never led me on about whether my grandpa's spirit was there or not since she would only talk about it if I brought it up. \n\nI also think I've seen the outline of a suicide victim's ghost in my girlfriend's house. Long story, but it made me jump since it was so human like but black.