Hi guys, I didn't see this post, but Vince (or Mark), told me that my story would fit well here

Here it is:
It's something that happened to me and my parents 18 years ago. We moved in a little town near Orleans (France), in a pretty old house.
The house was on the top of a little hill, and we had to walk up to get to the alley that went alongside the house's wall (with a whole bunch of windows). The alley was "paved" with gravel, and nobody could go through without making a lot of noise.
Strangely, the entry door was on the far side of the house, then you had to pass in front of the living room's windows, and the kitchen's windows to go to the door and ring the bell. It was clearly impossible to go to the door unseen and unheard.
My dad was working all week in the alps, and only went back every week ends. I lived all week with my mother.
One day, I was alone in the living room, and I heard someone walking up the alley, and finally a women in a white dress appeared behind the curtains, and she followed the path to the door.
Like always, seeing someone coming behind the first window, I started to walk like her to the door, still seeing her through the second window, then the kitchen's window.
I opened the door, but there were nobody...
I walked by the corner of the house to see the alley, and nobody there too...
It was impossible for her to run out of the property in the gravel without me earing it after opening the door.
I thought it was just a waking dream, and I moved on...
A few days after, the same thing happened again, clearly earing the women again, walking lightly in the gravels and seeing her by the windows. This time I knew it was really strange. I ran to the door and rushed outside to the alley, but again, nobody.
I couldn't tell my mom, because I didn't want to freak her out as my dad was so far from home.
The next week, we were all 3 dining in the kitchen, when we heard someone in the alley. We all raised our heads, saying nothing, looking to each other. We saw someone by the window, and I said... don't bother, it's "the woman".
They both looked at me and told me that they both saw her in different occasions, but neither of us wanted to freak out the others with that. I don't know why, but we knew she was "a gentle ghost". We weren't really afraid, and everyone kept it for himself.
Someday after that, my mom's friend was in the living room with her, and she heard the walking in the alley. She told my mother that someone was coming, as my mother didn't seem to react, but my mother only replied that it was our ghost... and this time again, it was

I wouldn't believe that if someone told me this story, but it happened to me, and the fact that we all saw and heard her in different occasions, is not a proof, but a very confusing fact

Many years after that, my mom told me that one night, they were in their bedroom, behind closed door (don't ask me why the door were closed, because this is way scarier to think about that :p), and my mom, like all night, put her necklace, closed on the little table aside the bed.
The next morning, the door was still locked and the necklace too, but it was not like she has put it:
It was all gooey, and still closed, but there were 5 little knots at equal distance from each other all over the necklace.
Nothing else happened in this house. We stayed for a few month here before we moved to Lille... but it's really strange to think about it 18 years after
