One night I was going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I got half way down the hall a figure appeared in front of me. It was white and looked like a little kid. I ran as fast as I could to my parent’s room. I was nine at this time. I told my mom and she didn't believe me. I was bawling because I was so scared. So then I slept with them that night. A couple of weeks later my brother saw the same thing in about the same spot I did in the hallway. Then the next day my father came home from work and was going upstairs to change. He saw a little girl at the top of the stairs. So he just said something about it and it didn't bother him. Then the following morning both of my brothers at the same time saw a kid in their closet. No one has died in the house because my grandparents built it. We thought the ghost was attracted to things of ours. So we just left it alone because it wasn't hurting us.