Let me just start with the history of my house. I have lived in it all my life I am 19 right now. My parent's bought the house when it was new and being built. So has for passed owners hiding secrets I can safely say isn't an issue.
I was about 8 years old, I can't remember the exact month or date. But I can say it wasn't a school night because I was up late playing video games and wasn't trying to be silent so I wouldn't get in trouble.
My bedroom door was open although I usually I have it closed. I find when I open my door more cool air comes in. I was really into my game when for some reason I felt like I was being watched. I paused and looked towards my door where I saw a white figured face peeking around the corner like my mom does when she's checking on me. (So I assumed it was my mom). The hair was poufy and short and the face looked female, after about 2-3 seconds it disappeared. I jumped up out of my banana chair to chase my mom.
My parent's room is across the living room and on the other side of the house. So when I got out of my room and didn't see her walking to her room I was a little confused but went in there to talk to her anyway. When I walked into the room, my mom was asleep, and I hate waking up my parent's, I never have unless something big has happened. I went back to my room, played my game, and fell asleep shortly after.
In the morning I asked my mom why when she checked on me she didn't say something to me. She told me she didn't check on me last night and gave me a confused look I told her my story. She grabbed a picture of my great grandma and asked me if it looked like her, honestly I couldn't tell if it did or not the hair was close to the same but I wasn't sure. She explained how when my older brother was born (he is 3 years older then me) that my great grandma was already dead and she prayed for her to watch over him. At the age of 2 he was talking to what seemed to me an imaginary friend but he would call it grandma, and say things that seemed to relate to her. She said when he turned 3 it almost ended immediately, and she remembered him crying and saying goodbye grandma and he never talked like that again.
I asked if I ever talked to anyone and she told me no. Since then I rarely am in my room with the door open. When I get hot now I open my window. But I have always wondered if that was my great grandma. Why did she talk to my brother, until the age of 3, but never even contact me for all I know until the age of 8?