Well, its not exactly scary, but, this did happen to me and my brother when we were young, or at least my mum and dad tell me it did.
So, one night, after mum had put me and my brother to bed, they were laying in bed themselves. They were just falling asleep then they heard and thud and rolling sound, like marbles. So mum got up and saw me and my brother in the hall way. When mum told us it was bed time, my brother told her that a small girl had asked us to get up and play with her. Mum told us at the time not to tell lies, to which a voice from behind her said we didn't. Mum turned around and saw the ghost of a small girl standing in the hall way. Then the ghost of her father come, whisper something to her and the two walked away.
Mum said they ment us no harm, so, we didn't move. We later found out that, during world war one, there was a family who lived there who all died of some illness. Mum also said the mum wasn't as nice to her, but loved me, and stayed in the kitchen. Everytime I was in there I was smiling and laughing and fine, but, mum always felt unwanted in there.
Apparently we saw them a few times when we stayed there. Often the father would bee seen sitting in the lounge room, like he was waiting for someone or deep in thought. The girl liked to play with me and my brother, my brther more then me thought cause he was older and could you know, talk at the time. They would play games and stuff. Nice ghosts to live with.