The lady in white.

She roams the halls late at night.

Humming a sorrowful haunting tune.

She descends down the pitch black attic stairwell with her long flowing gown.

Her hair cascading all around her.

Unblinking piercing black eyes.

Alabaster skin.

Slowly she walks down the long hall past each room.

Leaving a chilling blast of ice cold air.

A feeling of doom.

The feeling of unease looms in the air.

She appears almost translucent.

She gracefully glides down to stare out the window just there at the end of the hall.

When you come across her she turns and watches you like shes looking into your very soul.

Planning your demise. With such a intense cold icy stare leaving you mesmerized yet frozen with terror.

She somehow always knows your there.

No emotions present on her pale ghostly face.

Just silently watching with her cold dead empty stare.

This ghostly women in white.

She leaves the unsettling feeling of such fear.

Her haunting hum echos in your ears.

There's no information on who she is or how she died.

She only comes out late at night to silently wander and haunt the halls.

As the old Victorian clock strikes its tune at three a.m. back up the attic stairs she goes again.

Only to return the following night.

Always watching.

Inflicting fright.

The lady in white.

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This was based off a actual spirit that resided in the old Victorian house i grew up in as a small child. And each night she would descend the stairs and walk the halls humming.

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Found a long that sounded similar to her humming, i dont take credit to the video.