When I was a tiny girl, right after my mother had kissed me and said good-night, every night a woman in a long black came into my room and sang me to sleep. Mind now, I had an old, huge house from the 1800's. My mother always went to sleep right afterwards, and anyways, my mom doesn't look like her. We didn't live too far from the previous owners, so I went to their house on my pimped-out trike and asked them about it. (I was an intellgent little girl.) They told me calmly that the house was an heirloom, and had been passed down in the family for ages. A woman had once died in it from scarletina, and had haunted little girl's rooms since then because she missed her children.

JUST IF YOU WANT PROOF
My mom looks like: She has medium length, loose curly black hair and pale skin, seafoam green eyes and a thin face.

The lady looked like: She had unbelievebly long pale white-gold ringlets and white skin, blackish-brown eyes, too. She had a very round, innocent face.