I was at my friends house for a sleepover. We were in her dads office watching funny videos, the door to the office if made of glass. I was looking at the door it was wide open, I looked away. Then me and my friend hear the door slam. We shot up from the chair, we were the only ones in the house so we died a little inside when that happened. We walked out of the office and looked at the end of the hallway and there was a little white shadow that ran into a room at the end of the hall. Me and her couldn't sleep well that night.
Oh and I know who the ghost was. It was her little brother he died I think when he was 5 and the room that he ran into was his old room. I felt bad for him and I felt bad because I was afraid of him (kinda still am because of that experience)
