Seven to eight years ago, my mother and step-father had just divorced. We moved into a new house, the place that my mother still lives in today. It was a rough time for the both of us, and moving into this new place was incredibly refreshing!
A very old woman had lived in the house before us. Her name was Mildred Olman, I'll never forget it. She kept the place very neat and tidy and had lived in the house for some 50 years. After doing a little research, we actually found out that this woman had died in the house in her early 90's before my mother bought it.
One night as I was lying in bed, I heard what I would describe as a groan coming from the end of the hallway outside of my bedroom door (which I always kept closed). I immediately jumped up and out of bed and darted into my mother's room, which was adjacent to mine. I knew it wasn't her, but I asked if she had said anything. She was asleep, and told me she didn't hear or say anything. We stayed up together for a while and she helped calm me down before going back to sleep. The sound was unmistakably the voice of an old woman, and I knew immediately that it was Mildred.
After this happened, for a period of a few weeks, I heard footsteps coming down the hallway every morning at exactly 2:20 am. It happened so frequently that I would routinely drop what I was doing and wait for the footsteps. Some mornings I would even hear a faint knocking on my door.
I've always been able to sense spirits, and I always knew that it was Mildred. I'm not sure if she was trying to communicate with me or just trying to make her presence known. I was never afraid, because I felt a sense of calm from her. She must have been a sweet old woman.
On other occasions I would hear faint voices coming from the living room, also early in the morning. My mother never heard them as I did, but she knows that I'm sensitive to these things.
Until I moved out for college, nothing else of the sort ever happened in the house again, but it sure was fascinating while it lasted!