I have two bathrooms in my house: one by the living room and one in my mom's room. I went into the one in the living room. I kept the door open because no one really was home. Anyways I was checking hair in the mirror and the door to my bedroom was also open. You can pretty much see a part of my room from the mirror when the door both doors are open. I saw this little girl standing in my room in the mirror. She was just in her pajamas, just a normal girl. I was already really freaked out. I looked in my room real fast to check if someone was there but there was nobody. I looked at the mirror again but her reflection was still there. I ran the hell out of there and told my mom. Of course my mom didn't believe me.
The next night, I was just watching T.V., still kind of freaked out about what happened the night before. All the lights were on and everyone was in their bedrooms. My dog was in my mom's room, so when you read this, it couldn't have been him. I was about to lay down on the couch and you can hear someone run across the room. My carpet is one of those carpets where you can hear every footstep and you can seriously hear someone running real fast across. I looked real quick to see who it was and all I saw was blur for like 2 seconds. Yea, I kept this one to myself or my mother would have seriously taken me to the mental hospital.
So again, the next night. The last night anything ever happened to me at that house. I was Watching the Blair Witch Project on FX. You know how there are some parts to the movie where it was just all black. Well during that one part I fucking saw the little girl's reflection again standing right next to the bed. I got the hell out of that house real fast and stayed over Mark's for the weekend. haha.
I have no idea who that girl was or anything. I think I was just going crazy during those three days or something because I never saw anything in that house or felt anything weird about it since I moved.