Bright Lights
When I was about six, I moved from the US to the UK. My parents bought an old beat-up house. It was so old that it still had lead pipes for the water. We stayed in the house while it was being worked on.
At night, we started seeing bright lights in the corners of rooms and heard footsteps on the floorboards even though the house had carpet. Then, I started getting woken up in the night by a little girl who would dance on my chest of drawers for me. I was terrified. My mom just brushed it off as me dreaming.
But it was much more serious than that. The workmen also complained of strange things happening. Tools were being moved, and they had an odd feeling as if they were being watched.
After about a year of this, my eldest sister’s friend stayed over one night. She woke the whole house up screaming, saying a little girl had been in her room and had apparently pulled her from the bed. The friend left the house and refused ever to come back.
My mom decided she might need to do something about it and got some advice. It was recommended that my mom and the whole family should treat the presence as part of the family. So when we got home, we shouted, “Hi, we’re home. Did you have a good day”?
Over time, the house settled down finally, and we didn’t have any more trouble. We also found out a little girl had passed in the house due to asthma. Story credit: Reddit / Nai75