Yep. I was staying at my big. Rot hers, girlfriends house. During the night a little girl came into the bedroom and said she was going for a glass of water. I said ok, the girlfriend was still asleep.
I heard her goes downstairs, get a drink and then go back to bed.
In the morning we were looking at the pictures of her sisters on the mantle piece. Two of her sisters arrived home, we were all going to have lunch together. I asked what the name of the other girl in the photo was. She told me. I said where is she? Is she still in bed?
I was told that she died in an accident about 4 years earlier. I said don't be silly, I spoke to her last night when she went for a drink.
I was told that she used to get up most nights for a drink, but that she was dead.
I wasn't frightened, just felt sorry that the family were missing a lovely little girl.
The next time I stayed, I didn't see her but the bedroom curtains moved even though the window was closed. This worried me bit, but I was told that she also liked to play hide and seek behind them.
