Let me start off by saying I have ALWAYS been in love with the supernatural. When I was about 10 years old, I lived in a very old house that my grandmother used to live in and gave to us months before she died. There were rumors it was haunted, so of course, I loved the house.
One day I had a dream I was walking home from school. The house was old-fashioned and was tiled. I walked into my room, and saw a little girl, around the age of six. She was wearing a blue, long, old-fashioned dress. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and was playing with dolls. I asked her, "what are you doing in my room?" She said something like, "Hello? Is someone there?" And I think I said "I'm right here. Can't you see me?" About 10 seconds passed and she walked right through me. Then a man with a knife walked in and stabbed her to death. After he stabbed her, he walked out the room. I remember standing over her dead body in shock, then walking in disbelief towards the bed. The next morning, I told my dad about the dream I had and he said that before my grandmother used to live there, a little girl WAS stabbed. The mother of the little girl was friends with my grandma and she gave the house to her after she died because "it brought back too many memories." Weird.