As asked, I now will tell my grandmother's first experience. The following statement was given by her and translated.
"I was about ten years old. I also lived with my grandmother, as the youngest of three sisters. We were going through a tough time. My elder sister was working, my middle sister was god knows where, and I was helping at home, and studying.
My neighborhood was very high class, but there seemed to be an awful lot of accidents around. Inside two years there was a man who fell down from the roof of his house; a man who was electrocuted in the wirings; and man who burnt to death because of a badly unlit candle.
So one night I was asleep with the curtains open, for it was summer and unbearably hot (my sisters were out, one of them was at work and other was simply out), when I heard something outside, and it shined into my bedroom. Don't get me wrong, I firstly thought it was the night guard with his flashlight pointed inside, so I was going to just ask him to point the other way. But when I looked outside, I could see a human figure engulfed by orange light not exactly still, but also not exactly moving. It looked like a slow motion run, and it seemed to turn to me. I closed the windows, the wooden windows, the curtains, fled out of the room and went to my grandmother in tears.
She said what I said to you, "The dead are dead and they can only harm you if you let them. What you just saw runs in the family" but let me stay in her bed that night. From then on, it's hardly quiet where I am."
This was my grandmother's response to the first time she met the paranormal. I don't think she ever asked anything to her grandmother or mother for that matter.
I'm sorry if I'm not able to answer many questions over this one, but I'll do my best to ask her the right things once I see her again.