This event happened when I was quite young, so I have a little recollection of it, and my mother does as well.
I grew up in a fairly nice 2-story, 4 bedroom, two and a half bathroom house in a suburban city just an hour or two away from San Francisco. In fact, I'm still living in that house. I have no idea when it was built, or who built it, but I know that my family must have been living in the house from the 70's and beyond.
When I was a kid, I remember seeing people in very old clothing, something you might see as "turn of the century" type clothing. It wasn't everywhere in the house, to my relief, but it was just in one room, the dining room. We never used that room besides for a sitting room for when guests would come over, or a drawing room for my grandfather when he got work as an engineer.
I never wanted to go in there when I was little. It was full of strange people that I didn't know as far as the younger me thought. I remember asking my mom if she saw them too, but she didn't.
Years later, as my mom was telling stories during dinner to my brother and I about when we were little, she would tell about how I saw people when I was a kid. Curious, I tried to remember what I saw, and I remember how they looked, and what sort of pattern in their walking that I saw. They would just linger a few steps, and mingle with each other and so on. When I glanced away and glanced back, they would be gone.
Did I imagine all of this as a kid? I no longer see anyone in this room, 10 years later, but I still get an eerie feeling when I'm alone in it.
Can someone help me?