Around the time that I was born, my parents were offered a house in Indiana. A friend of my father offered to let us use it. The friend said he would pay the rent as long as we took care of it. This friend, his mother had recently died in that house. A lot of his mother's belongings were still stored in there and, I'm guessing, he wasn't ready to give up the house to a stranger yet. My parents didn't have enough money to buy their own house, and they knew him well, so they gladly offered to live there and keep up the house for him. We were there for about the first year and a half of my life then my dad found a better job in another state. We moved before I was old enough to have memories of that house. But my parents have told me their own stories about a spirit being in that house.
Mrs. Morris was the name of the woman who had died in that house. I didn't know her first name. So I'll just refer to her as that. And as far as my parents could tell. Her spirit had not left that house! They felt and saw some strange things. My mother was home a lot when we lived there, since I was a newborn and she was taking care of me. My mother said she would come into my room in the morning to check on me, and the light in there didn't look natural. Not in a bad or creepy way, but in a good way. She said that there was a certain kind of light in there that seemed brighter, but yet softer. The way you would imagine a heavenly kind of scene. There wasn't really a reason, naturally, why my room would have different light. And that wasn't even the most surprising experience. There were more.
My dad had some paintings he was working on in the basement. One night he was really tired, so he went to bed and forgot to the close his turpentine bottle. If you know anything about art. You know it's bad to have that stuff open with no ventilation. Especially since I was a baby and the fumes were coming up into my room! My dad felt terrible but my mom told him it was ok. Because something woke her up to warn her. She woke up in the middle of the night, to someone calling her name. She thought it was my dad, but he was dead tired and sound asleep the whole night. As soon as she heard her name called, she realized something smelled bad in the house. She went down and closed the turpentine bottle right away. Then she went back to bed. With no clue who woke her up at the exact right moment!
There were a few other instances like that. My mother fell asleep, by accident, when she was supposed to be watching me. She jolted awake like someone had shook her. And then looked over and realized I was gone. She found me just before I was about to put a nail in my mouth! I must have pulled it out of the wall or carpet.It's obviously not easy to keep up with a baby. But she seemed to have something helping her out when she made a mistake! I wish I would have been old enough to talk cause my parents said I seemed to be aware of something too. My dad said I would sometimes look down the hallway as if I saw someone there. Intensely like I saw something fascinating there. I probably did since young kids see spirits easily.
It would make sense why she was still in that house. When she was living she was struggling because her son was grown and busy with his own life, plus she was divorced. She was pretty lonely.I'm guessing that when a knew family moved in she wanted to be in that environment again. She probably wanted to be a motherly spirit and maybe felt it was her job to help look after me. I even have a feeling she followed us to our next house and was helping there too (because, as an infant, my sister fell down steep concrete steps and somehow came out without any injuries. Which doesn't really make sense!)
So what do you think? Were they weird coincidences... Or was Mrs. Morris still there?