We lived in a very small town, you know, everybody knows everybody and all their business kind of place. This actually happened at the same house from my other post.
Well, one day my mom got a call from the post lady asking her if she would be at our house in a couple of days. My mom said of course, and the post lady asked her if her uncle could come by and look at the house, because he was the one who built it. Of course mom was most obliged to do this.
So, a couple of nights went by and sure enough, the uncle showed up. He was very old, but very nice. Mom invited him in the house, but he saw that it was just her, me, my brother, and sister there and, being a southern gentleman, decided it would be best if he just walked around the outside. (My brother was 10, sister was 7. And I was 4)
Mom put on our shoes and we all walked around with him. He was particularly interested in the part of the house that was added on and stood there for a while just looking at it, I guess making sure that it met his approval.
Mom could tell how interested he was in the add on and asked him again if he was sure he didn't want to come in. The man said thank you, but no thanks. Not being rude, just polite. They talked for a while and then the man shook our hands and left.
About two months later, the post lady told mom that her uncle had passed away a couple nights ago from natural causes. Of course, mom offered her prayers for the family and made a casserole for the post lady's family.
A couple of weeks later, mom (who is a very heavy sleeper) woke up in the middle of the night. She wasn't sure why. She went to the bathroom, got a drink of water and sat in bed again.
As soon as she crawled back into bed, she heard the screen door to the porch creek. Then she heard footsteps on the porch that went to the front door. The door opened and she heard somebody walking down the hallway.
She listened to the footsteps as they were coming closer to her room. Then she saw a beam of light. At first she thought it was somebody with a flashlight until she realized it was right in front of her bedroom door which she always left open and there was nobody holding that light. As it stood there it started to take shape of a man, but still not clearly.
It was just clear enough that she could tell it was looking at her. It then pointed toward the part of the house that had been added on as if to say, "I'm going to go in here for a little while..."
My mom nodded at the "man" letting him know that it was fine with her if he looked around. It walked down the hall into the part that was added on and then mom heard the back door open and shut. She figured he had left. She got up to check. He was gone.
As soon as he had pointed to let her know what he was doing, she knew it was the man who had come to look at the house before. He must have just really wanted to look at the inside, but did not want to intrude while he was alive.