Ghost Stories: 13 Winston Ave

Okay kiddiewinks gather round, here is a real live spooky story and the house is still there!
Over 30 years ago we bought our first little house near the Beaches. It was an expensive piece of crap, badly designed and badly made. Post first world war, clash it on the market sort of construction.
We loved it. Our first little home with a GARDEN!
Once we had settled in and its flaws had become more apparent I began to wake up in the night hearing a child crying for its mama. I would stumble into the back bedroom where the offspring were, to find them fast asleep. Back to bed, only to have it happen again and again. I woke up properly one night to hear the cry coming from the closet in my room not the back bedroom. Being too tired to care I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep.
Not long after, Heinrich was upstairs having a nap when he came crashing down the stairs looking like he had seen a ghost. Seems he had. He had woken up to find a small child standing beside the bed. He thought at first it was Martina in a white nightie but when he looked closer the child appeared to have a melted face!
Next up, I was sitting on the top step near the bedroom feeling sad about something or other when I felt a pair of arms come around me from the back and give me a comforting hug. As far as I knew I was alone in the house. I was down the stairs and out the front door faster than you could say Jack Robinson!
The house went on the market after that but that was not the end of it. Our little lost friend followed us!