When I was 5 years old, my family moved from Chicago, Illinois to Florida. When we moved back, we moved into my dead Grandmothers vacated house. I remember it was really storming that night we moved into Grandma's house. It was summer. So we had just started to move into the house, and my mother and my older brother were outside talking to the movers. So it was just me and my little brother (at the time he was 4) in the house. The living room was a mess of boxes, so, being the kids we were, we built forts. We were crawling around and jumping and stuff, when I noticed that there seemed to be something coming down the hallway. It was all white, and I remember that there was no form to it. It just floated and it was about the size of a man, but I didn't see anything resembling a human. It floated down the hallway, and down a step, into another room. I went to see, because being a kid, and a stupid one at that, I wasn't scared.
When I got to the room, there was nothing there. I told my mother and my aunt about it years later. My mother didn't comment on it, but my aunt said "oh yeah, that's the ghost." I thought she was kidding, but she says that she and all the kids (my aunts and uncles) had seen it at one time or another. Funny thing is, I never saw it again. As it turned out, we only lived there a month and a half. I feel tempted to knock on the door every now and then and ask the new owners if they had ever seen anything. I just wish something as grand as that would happen to me again. Ah well....
