I couldn't have been but 3 years old. My parents moved us (brother 8yrs and sister 5yrs a.t.t.) into an old white 4 bedroom corner house that sat on a hill. After we got settled for sometime and the repairs by the landlord were made, in order for us to live comfortably, my sister and I shared a room. There we had a bunk bed, I had the top bunk. A door separated our room from our parents and the bathroom sat in between our brother's room from ours. We always left the light on and the bathroom door open.
I never had trouble sleeping alone until one night something woke me up. It was a soft voice I did not recognize, calling my name like a chime. I couldn't figure out where it came from, until I looked down toward the door. Our cat was sleeping in our top spot fold-up chair that sat in front of our closet. In what seemed like the same time she meowed and jumped out of the chair running into the bathroom, a figure of a woman whom I had never seen before stood in her place. I freaked out, screaming for my mom and dad. I didn't feel as though she was a bad I had just never seen anything like it before. I slept with my parents that night.
The next day I explained to my mother what I saw. She didn't seem surprized. I told her she looked like a spilled puddle of oil, like rainbow colors. The image is still stuck in my head.
I was a curious child. I asked her and the landlord if anyone had died in this house. She told me that the landlord's mother had died from a gas leak in her sleep. She told me not to worry she was just watching over me, she was a very kind spirit, and from then on if I ever saw or felt anything to say, "go into the light". I didn't take it as a joke, it made me feel at peace then.