What are you referring to btw?
Let me preface this by saying that the house I own was built in 1926, and I find out a few months ago from my father in law that they held wakes in the living room.
So. Early this morning, around 4:30, I went downstairs to the basement to go into our large freezer to get some ground beef to thaw for tonight.
I hear the faint sound of a little girl giggling.
I thought that maybe the TV was on, so I go upstairs to check. No TV's or radios are on.
I go back downstairs, to pick out some clothes to iron for work.
I hear the the little girl giggling, and my right calf becomes ice cold.
"The Fuck?" Is all I could say.
I went back upstairs. I don't plan on telling this to my wife because she does not believe in the supernatural. I would much rather let her find out for herself. The hard way.
So, in essence, it appears that there is the ghost of a little girl in the basement of my house.