While Abigail is by far the most frequent and personal favorite of my unseen visitors, I do have two more, three if you count the cat. The one we call The Old Woman pretty much stays in the kitchen/living room and concerns herself with the condition of the house. The other one we call The Ancient One, he concerns himself with his own thoughts. Oh yeah the cat, well she acts like a cat.
Even though I haven't actually seen any of these, except for Abigail, I have however heard them and felt their presence. Their appearance, emotions and what little communication I get from them come through my wife. My wife is a non-practicing empathic medium, whose ability I not only trust but rely on.
The Ancient One only comes around a couple of times a year. He/It is a very old spirit, so old that it has forgotten who or what he was. "He" is slow moving and consumed in his own thoughts. It may take him a few days to wander through; time for him has no meaning. We feel that he is aware of us but considers us insignificant, as we would a passerby on the street. When he comes through there is a feeling, neither good nor evil, but of not being alone. When he does come through, we bid him a safe journey and try not to interrupt his thoughts.
The Old Woman, we suspect comes from around the turn of the last century. The wife "sees" her as being 60 to 70, hair up in a bun and her dress not quite floor length. She's not very talkative but when she does it is straight and to the point. Like I have said she concerns herself with the way the house looks and gets upset when things get a little messy. She doesn't get upset with me because I'm the "man of the house" and in her time housework was women's work but her and mrsfrawin has had "words".
I usually hear her in the kitchen/living room moving around and rattling the dishes, when I'm on the computer or after I have gone to bed. I have also noticed shadows reflecting off the wall in the kitchen, like what would be made if a person passed in front of a light. I leave the range light on to act as a nightlight.
The other night at about 1:00 A.M., I was on the computer and I heard a loud crash in the kitchen. My first thought was that darn cat (the live one) of mine had knocked something off a shelf. I rushed to the living room to see what she had destroyed, to find several items that had been on the counter, lying in the floor. I looked around to see where she was hiding when I remembered that the cat was turned outside when the wife left for work. I just assumed the old woman was in a tiff.
I would tell you about my wife's experiences with the Old Woman but those are her experiences to tell, not mine.
Oh yeah the cat, well she acts like a cat.