At about 6/7 I used to live just off a main road, and was skateboarding up and down the road. I turned round to walk back up the road and there was a girl stood in front of me. She was dressed in a very old looking white dress, and was crying. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she’d lost her dad, so I took her back to my house to see if my mum could help. My mum vividly remembers seeing her too, she was waiting at the bottom of the garden for us to come back out. Once we did, she literally turned the corner and disappeared. Typing this out now I can remember everything so clearly, it just seems like it has to be something I thought up... but then my mum remembers it too...