About four years ago when I was 13 my family and I moved out to live in France. I wasn't too happy about it and went with a pretty pessimistic attitude. I felt a bit happier when I saw the actual house though, it was quite old but big and spacious with a swimming pool.

The way the house was set up I was the only person with an upstairs bedroom and consequently became the last to experience any of the "hauntings". A few days after we had moved in my mum and Dad complained of the music that they has heard early in the morning, because it had been slow, classical music my sister was blamed, she denied it but none of us beleived her until she pointed out that her cassete/radio wouldnt work in France anyway because it had not yet been given a French plug.

Even though we were about half a mile away from the nearest neighbours, we dismissed it as someone else and forgot about it.

Shortly after it happened again and then became a regular occurence. This continued until one day my dad came and said he needed to have a word with me. He said he had seen the figure of a young girl (of about 4 or 5 years) flitting between the chairs in the sitting room. He made me promise not to tell my brother or sister as they would obvoiusly be scared.

As I was sleeping upstairs away from the sitting room I wasnt too bothered about this but one night after drinking too much Coke I woke up needing the loo, as the only loo is downstairs I proceeded to descend. It was only when I reached the kitchen that I heard the music. I had only heard it once before but I was a lot closer now and realised that it was very tinny and old sounding.

Before I had moved I saw the outline of a figure slowly moving towards me from the back doors of the living room (which backed out onto the pool) even though I realised what was going on, my first thought was that she seemed to be going a lot slower than my dad had described. As the figure (which was only an outline close up even) reached the kitchen the music stopped and the figure vanished.

It turns out that some 5 years before a family had been round to see the old owners and the girl had fallen into the deep end of the pool (although she had not drowned, the pool had been empty and although it was only an 8 foot fall she had landed akwardly and broken her neck). I dont know where the music came from though.

I dont go to the house anymore as I have to work in England but my family still complain of the strange music.