[Lauren]

*gathers everyone around the campfire*

The occupants before us in our old house left because their little girl died just outside the house in a tram accident (yes... there were still trams here, shush).
Her old bedroom, became my bedroom - but I was too young to know the story about her dying. Apparently my brother had seen her walking past his room some nights in a white nightie going from the direction of the bathroom into my bedroom - thank god he didn't tell me cos I would've ran so far from that house.

Actually, come to think of it, loads of things happened in that house - I dunno how I managed to live there.

However, I'm skeptical about things like this simply because there is no normal way of explaining it.