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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/tesslmonkey on 2025-06-04 06:25:50+00:00.

Fair warning, this is gonna be long and I’ll kinda ramble.

So, my family keeps seeing the same ghost. Like generationally. I (17f) have always been curious about the supernatural, I watch all the ghost shows and stuff, and I’ve asked my family if they’ve ever seen anything then think is paranormal for pretty much my whole life. While I’d say I’m a believer, I’m always looking for ways to debunk something. The thing that really pushed me to believe though, was the stories I’ve been told by my family, especially considering the fact that there’s one story my dad (46m) absolutely refuses to tell me.

Let’s start. For context I’m an American but my grandparents and my dad lived in England for a large portion of his childhood and what I always say is everything in England is haunted because everything there is old as shit.

The story that convinces me the most is what happened to my grandparents. When my grandparents were in their 20s, they visited England many times because they had family there. On one of these trips, they stayed at an old bed-and-breakfast in London. On one of their nights staying there my Granny would wake up randomly in the middle of the night and she said that she smelt very strong soap. Not thinking anything of it she would just go back to sleep until she woke up later, and this time she saw a woman in old (like 1800s) clothing standing in the middle of the room before she walked away. She would obviously freak out and wake up my grandpa and they would both hear the bathroom sink turn on. Their response to this was just to turn on all the lights and go back to sleep. I mean, what else would you do? The next morning they went down to the desk and hesitantly asked if there was any paranormal activity in that bed-and-breakfast. The desk attendant would respond, yes, and after my grandparents shared their story, the lady would say that what they saw had been seen around the bed-and-breakfast, but would usually stay on the floor above them.

Later in life, my grandparents would be staying in their old home after they had had both my dad and my uncle. This is where our little family ghost starts. On multiple occasions, they saw a little girl that kinda just lingered. That’s it. She would linger around and not do anything, but she terrified my grandparents. It was constant feelings of being watched and just pure unease.

Fast forward to my dad’s adulthood. He and his best friend were roommates for the beginning of his 20s. His bsf would be the first to see her. The little girl would walk around their old apartment. The bsf would hear the footsteps, feel the unease, and on only a few occasions, she would see the girl. My only told me one time he saw the little girl, and it was in broad daylight. He said he was in his room in the middle of the day just cleaning when he saw the girl around the corner of his door. He’d gotten used to the feeling of being watched, but this was the first time he actually saw what was watching him. Needless to say, he was fucking scared. His response was freeze. He closed his eyes and turned around, and when he looked again, she was gone. He had to leave the apartment because he couldn’t bear being in there.

Now, I know these sound pretty mild, but it genuinely terrifies me. It terrifies me because my grandparents don’t believe in ghosts. They are very devout Christians and both me and my father were raised in that devout Christianity. I asked my grandparents what they thought it was. Considering their faith, they said that they do not believe that people can come back from the dead in any way shape or form and they believe that what they saw were demons. They believe that all ghosts are actually demons just trying to trick people.

Again, I know it could sound not that scary, but this terrifies me. Having my grandparents admit to seeing something that they absolutely would not believe in, and hearing them tell me what they do believe. Not to mention, knowing that my dad has a ghost story that he refuses to tell me because it scared him so damn much. I’m honestly scared that one day I’m gonna see this little girl. I’ve had the feeling of being watched before, and I’m telling y’all right now, if I see this girl, I’m shitting bricks. It’s terrifying to know that this also affected somebody that was just close with my dad. I don’t need this in my life, I’m already stressed enough.

I’m honestly extremely willing to take some advice on how to manage this all, and I’d love to hear anyone else’s experiences and how they may have managed it.