My mom died quite suddenly. She was ailing for a few weeks and as suddenly as her terminal disease came on, she was gone. Another death to add to the list of deaths in that house. I knew she fought death and she was not ready to die when she did so I expected some paranormal activity from her.
If you've read my earlier stories you will know I lived in a haunted house for 33 years of my life. I had the worst years there. I was always ill. I felt like my life was being sucked out of me. I felt as though I was going to die in that house and a few times I almost did.
Now as a rule I do not leave my room after I go there for the night. I did not like the long corridors and how spooked they made me feel. One night my now-husband was over. We were watching movies. We decided to have a midnight snack. So I went down to the kitchen to make a few sandwiches. All was okay. I got out the bread and the stuff I required. Suddenly I heard humming behind me. I froze. I thought I was imagining. It was distinct. It was exactly how my mom would hum when she would cook in the kitchen. I quickly made the sandwiches and ran up. I was really scared.
A few days later I heard some sound outside my door. I went to open the door. I looked down the dimly lit corridor. I saw my mom walk up the stairs. She reached out to switch off the light (the lights were already off), she looked towards me and she "floated" into her room. I shut my door, I smoothed down the goosebumps and just sat there, my heartbeat racing wildly.
The next morning I told my dad what I had seen. He said he had felt her presence in the house that night. I knew then that I had not imagined any of it. I have had this gift from young where I could sense and sometimes see dead people. It made growing up and everything else so tough. I'm glad I don't live there anymore.