When I was around six-years-old, my parents bought a house in Northern Virginia from an older woman who had lived in the house with her sister for years. I remember they said her name was Ms. Brown. Her sister had passed away in the house, in the master bedroom, so she decided to sell the house and move into assisted living. It was a large rambler style home (two levels) with three bedrooms upstairs and two downstairs. My brother, my parents and I had rooms upstairs and my Granny, who moved in with us, had a bedroom downstairs.
Each of us had our own experiences while living there and I didn't learn about anyone else's until I was an adult. Here is a mix of stories about living in a haunted house with a ghost we refer to as Ms. Brown's Ghost.
A few weeks after moving in my mom went into the Master Bathroom and saw a pair of dentures and an old Bible sitting on the vanity that hadn't been there earlier that day. She asked my Grandmother if they were hers, which they weren't (my Grandmother had all her teeth). So my Mom threw them away and had no idea where they had come from. My Granny stated one day while she was home alone she was downstairs watching TV and heard what sounded like high heels clicking across the foyer and a woman's voice. My Granny thought my Mom had come home early from work so went upstairs to say "hello" and when she got upstairs and looked around she found no one was there.
I remember often I would be lying in bed trying to fall asleep and I would feel this presence in my room. I didn't know what it was but I could feel it getting closer to the bed. I started a ritual that when this happened I would pull the comforter up over my head, hold my breath and my teddy bear. I would feel something approach my bed and seemed like whatever it was just stood there looking down on me for what felt like minutes but I am sure were seconds and then the feeling would pass and I knew I was ok. My brother, many years later, told me of the same experience of feeling someone standing over his bed watching him but no one was there.
My Mom, who I later found out is a Channeler (someone who can communicate with spirits), realized we had a ghost in the house and stated she talked to Ms. Brown and told her that she was scaring her children and needed to move on. I never knew she did this until I was much older. I just remember that one day I didn't feel that presence ever again so I guess Ms. Brown left and I hope she found peace wherever she is.