I was not sure if i liked the house i has just seen so i visited some more.I was in the market for renting or buying one eventually if i liked it.I had been looking at several all month.I made decint money as an architect and finally found my dream home it looked like.It had wooden panelling and high ceilings,a den,3 bedrooms,2 bathrooms and a gorgeous yard and patio.I agreed to renting it out and moved in the following day.As i was unpacking my belongings i noticed something strange.A diary was in the master bedroom upstairs where i was sifting through my clothes.So turning to it i opened it which i really had no desire to at first and read the first few pages of it.It mentioned that it was belonging of to a girl named Sara who had lived in the house previously.But it described strange surroundings in the home.Events such as lights going on and off and footsteps heard walking in the living room at all hours of the night.But it was a friendly ghost and only mischievous at that from the details mentioned in the diary.She didnt have very long to live it said and i was baffled to discover why.I probably better not read any further as its a private thing but was captivated to read on further.Well i paid some more attention to it and read it straight through to the end.I finally had put it down and as nightfall approached i settled in for the night.Just then i heard the sounds as described in the book and went to see what it was.I saw nothing and locked the front door anyways.I stayed up for 30 minutes and saw nothing from then on!I then went back upstairs and as i was about to go to bed again i heard the strange whisper of a young girl saying to come downstairs.I ignored it but it kept up so i investigated once more the phenomenon and saw the sillouhette of a girl maybe 7-8 and she was dressed in pajammas it looked like.I asked her name and she smiled at me.She spoke not and drifted away from the room we were in.I saw her walk towards my bedroom and as i followed her inside the apparition simply vanished.The diary was also gone.I was stumped as to its mystery.i recalled reading that the girl had died who wrote the diary and wanted to share her life with someone before claiming it for good.She knew she was dying and had some form of rare cancer.So she came back from the grave to get it but why me ill never know.It could be a random thing but i had stumbled across this house at a feeling of being welcomed.It was the last house i looked at that week and not the best house i saw.It had a unique pleasantness and homely feeling attached to it that i just needed to move in to it right away without question.Well after that incident i decided to leave milk and cookies for the girl as a measure of hospitality.Each morning i awake to visit my kitchen and see that all but 2 of the 5 sugar cookies are gone.I guess 2 were left for me but the milk is always half full and i believe it to be the same notion there as well.I now have no doubt i came to live in the right home as its like having a kid all my own despite never marrying or adoption.I was lured here by the dead girl who is actually very much alive in a sense spiritually speaking of course.Why i dont really know but she probably sensed id want to play with her and give her presents she never received before she died once meeting her in a most unusual manner.If you are looking for that ideal home to buy or rent remember that the nicest most attractive house isnt necessarily the best one for you in which to reside.You may want to explore other possibilities as well.Its been about 2 years now since moving in and im mortgaging the property as my own now.Each birthday of hers as was stated in her journal i leave behind presents like teddy bears and dollhouse furniture to which they always make their way to her.It sounds like an imaginary friend theme going on here im certain but i proved it to my sister who slept over 1 night that it was true or at least i thought of it to be true.Darling eddy she said,i left a small girls shirt with winnie the pooh as a design and placed it upstairs in the bedroom where you claim she had lived.The next day it was gone but i looked all around the house for it but still nothing.So it must be her again as you werent even here last night and i know you never came back as you left me with the only key.Its not a ficade of yours as you used to do them.No this time its anything but that.Id like to think the little girl befriended 2 of us that day and we no longer ever doubted the possibility of ghosts from that point onward.Well not that i ever did prior to this event but i never imagined id be moving into my dream house and its a proper term here to say.