My cousin passed away in 2010, from cancer. The day she died, I was at her husband's house, with her brother (my other cousin) and his wife. We had been mourning during the day, and that night I stayed over. I was asleep in her little girl's room, she was 2 at the time, when I awoke hearing a very faint screaming noise which I thought I was imagining. Accompanying the sounds was the feeling of a very cold breeze; I looked to the window above me and it was shut and locked. At that same moment, I felt a presence there with the little girl and I in the room. The little girl then started making noises in her sleep. Then I felt as if someone was sitting on the edge of the bed I was on, right by my feet. Right in front of the bed is the crib the girl was sleeping in. The presence stayed there for a bit, and I was thinking that if that's all she was going to do, for I thought it was my passed cousin, then I could still sleep. I started to drift off again when the presence felt as if it was laying down, atop of me. In a moment of panic, saying aloud, "I get the picture." I quickly ran out of the room to sleep on the couch.
A few months later I was upstairs in the same house getting a drink, with everyone else in the basement. I was facing the countertop when I suddenly heard some footsteps in the next room, where my cousin's ashes were kept. I froze, freaking out on the inside, just staring into the living room, where I saw nothing. Then I heard laughter, sounding eerily like my cousin, as if she had played a prank on me. I then relaxed a bit, thinking, "You got me pretty good," heard more footsteps in the room. I freaked out again, grabbed my drink and booked it to the basement where the others were.