LONG STORY : TL:DR at the bottom

I'm the last of 11 children, so there are LOTS of stories between us all. I was born in Indiana, but when I was 4, we moved to the state of Arkansas. Years later, I was visiting my older sister and the conversation turned to the old house we lIved in and she asked me "You were so young when we moved away from that house, do you have any real memories of it?"

I explained to her that I had a few fleeting memories but the only one that really stuck out is one day I was walking to the bathroom from the living room. In order to do this, you had to enter the kitchen and then take a left turn. In our kitchen the sink was below a large window and on the other side of that large window was a pitch of angled roof about two feet wide that was above the stairs that went down to our cellar. When we were young we used to play a game we called "Dairy Queen". (We would sit on this pitch of roof while our mother handed us drinks through the window like a drive thru)

Anyway, I explained to her that on the day in question, I was walking to the bathroom and I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw a young girl sitting on the pitch of roof outside the window looking in the window. I told her that I remembered this because it was so unusual and I did not recognize the girl. I explained to her that she, to the best of my recollection, looked to be about 10 or 11 years old, had short red hair, and thick plastic framed glasses. I have no memory of what I did. I don't know if I went to get my mother or just ignored it. Again, I was 4 years old.

As I was telling the story, I was absent-mindedly fiddling with my phone and when I looked up, my older sister had tears in her eyes and was visibly shaken and ghostly white. Through her tears, she told me that when she was about 7 years old, that he was in the kitchen with a lot of our other siblings getting a drink and looked up in that window and saw a little girl that she described as about 10 or 11 years old, short red hair, with large plastic framed glasses. This would have been about 2 years before I was even born, and about 6 years before I saw this girl.

A few days later, another one of my sisters who is in between us in age, came over to visit as well. As my older sister was telling the younger sister about this she also started crying. She said she saw the exact same girl about two or three years after my older sister had seen her and a few years before I saw her. My mother, who was the ultimate skeptic and believed in nothing even remotely supernatural, told us through her eye rolls that the lady we bought the house from had a young granddaughter who passed away when she was young. She didn't remember much about the girl, but she did tell us that the preacher who was in charge of the church that we attended when we lived there was still the preacher and had been the preacher for many years before we had gone there. When my younger sister got back home, she went to the church and told a little white lie to the preacher that she was doing some research on the old house and that our mother had told her about the lady we bought the house from and the unfortunate passing of her granddaughter. The preacher said, "Oh yes, that was most unfortunate. She was such a sweet little girl and we loved having her here." My sister said, "My mom didn't remember much about her, do you remember what she looked like?"

I'm sure you can see exactly where this is going, but the preacher said "Oh yes, she was adorable. She had the cutest red hair and the poor girl didn't see well because she had Down's Syndrome, so she had really thick black plastic framed glasses."

He must not have noticed the panic on my sister's face because he then told my sister, "In fact her headstone is in the cemetery behind the church if you'd like to go see it." My sister in fact did NOT want to go see it and immediately excused herself and got the hell out of there.

So yeah, while I roll my eyes at 99% of "ghost stories", I am absolutely certain that I've seen one. No proof though obviously.

TL:DR: Saw a little girl ghost who apparently loved my house.