This is a true story. I know some don't believe in ghosts or the paranormal, but I think people should open just more than their eyes and SEE.
Here's my story, I moved from California into a old farm house in Virginia. I was seventeen at the time. My parents divorced and I went to live with my Mom and her husband. The house was cute and cozy, and it had many acres. I would go exploring all the time and one day I came across a tree with a heart carved into it there were two names but I could only read one the name Jody. I didn't think much of it just some little kid stuff.
One night I went to bed and drifted off, for some reason my sleep was disrupted. I turned to look about my room and it was storming outside things were banging against the side of the house. I suspected it was some tree branches hitting the side of the house. I went back to sleep. I awoke again rather abruptly turned to my left and there was a little girl no older twelve staring down at me. I looked up at her but I couldn't make out her face, it was white. She glowed a little It looked like you could only make out the outer parts of her body, but I noticed she had long curly hair and was wearing a knee high skirt. I then realized what I was seeing... a ghost.
At this point I was still lying down, I wanted to scream or yell for my mom to do anything. My chest felt like it was being pushed into the bed I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't move! All that I could manage to do is produce tears. As soon as she disappeared I sat up and screamed and ran to my Mom's bedroom. I told her what had happened. I don't think she quite believed me but I spent the rest of the night with her. The little girl never came to me a again, I think she looked over us, her presence still scared me but I believe she is a good spirit, a little guardian. The funny thing was when I was in the military Technical School my Mom called me one day and she told me they had seen the ghost... my mom said the ghost had walked from my room to their room. Now she believes me.