The church I go to when I go, that I went to every Sunday growing up was founded over 100 years ago. It has a basement on the newer part, I was about 10 or 11 and in the basement alone. Went to the bathroom and stepped out and saw a pale almost transparent little boy, then he just took off. It creeped me out big time. I told my parents about it and when I told them what he looked like they got an eerie look. Apparently a preacher in the 1980s had a son that died at the parsonage next door that looked like what I saw. He died before i was even born.

