When I was little (around 2 or so and still small enough to be in a crib) my mother and I lived in an apartment in a house that had been converted to a four family home. This house was on Church Street in the small "city" of Little Falls. I used to tell my mother "the black man" was there to see me. Little Falls is a very small community and in the early 70s there were no "black" people there. I had never seen a black person in my life.
Despite the fact I was so young, I can still see this man in my mind and on a recent occasion spoke of this with my mother and fully detailed the layout of the apartment to her. We only lived there about 6 months. The day we moved out, my mother found a crucifix on the book case. She had never owned one and there was no excuse for it to be there. Years later we learned the house had a history of being an "underground railroad" in the 1800s.
Several years later when my son was about the same age I was with my "black man" experiences, he began to talk about the "black man" who would come to see him. He, also, had never seen a black person in his life. I wonder if it was the same "black man" or just a coincidence.
My son also claimed to see an "old lady" going up the stairs in a home we bought around the time he was 12 years old. Six months later we discovered the "old lady" who owned the house, two owners prior to us had died in the house and lied there for three days dead before being discovered.
Occasionally, I would hear little noises that could only be described as tiny sneezes when no-one else was in the room. The house was very old and my husband and I were trying to restore it. Whenever a man (other than my husband) would try to do repairs at the house, he would end up getting hurt. My husband and sons were the only males who could work on the house without getting hurt. It was at that point we decided to do all the work ourselves.
My son never saw the lady again and I never heard the sneezes again after that. She must have been happy with our work.