This story will start off describing my old house. It is built on a collapsed mine and before we moved in, an old woman used to live across the road called Tilly. My little sister wasn't born but my little brother was and he would often say he was playing with the 'nice old lady'. He was about two years old then.
We would often go to the shops to get our groceries and come back to find our CD player turned on playing Robbie Williams song: Angels. This CD player was old fashioned and you were unable to skip to what ever song you wanted like nowadays CD players. Every time we got home this song would be playing at full volume and the baking of either cakes or bread could be smelled.
Later, my mom spoke to my neighbor about it and she said that there used to be a woman who lived across the road who loved children and loved to bake. My mom then decided to read more into this and asked more questions. Her name was Tilly and she died of old age I think it was. I can't remember for certain. But one day my mom went up to my little brother in his room upstairs. He was supposed to be napping but she could hear him talking to someone so she went up to see who was there.
When she walked into the room, there was a woman standing over my little brother's cot and my mom said to her: "What are you doing?" The woman then looks up and disappeared into thin air. We found out that this woman was Tilly and soon got used to her 'being around'.
I never saw her but from what I experienced she seemed a nice lady. There never were any bad experiences but we would hear my brother talk to someone and the CD player would turn on at night or be on when we got back from shopping, or the smell of baking bread. Nothing scary was caused by her and we soon got used to the idea of her being there.