I'm a big believer of spirits and supernatural things and I'm not a professional, just a teenage girl wanting to tell my story.
When I was young, like around 2-4, I lived in this big family house. All my family lived together, my grandmother, grandfather, two uncles, me and my mom. I can still remember every detail about the house, the vents on the floor had pretty details, the carpet was red and there was lots of stairs. When I was little my mom would try to put me to bed or take me to the bathroom, and I would scream and cry and tell her over and over there was a lady upstairs. At night I would crawl out of my bed and sleep on the stairs until the adults went to bed. My mom was worried and took me to the doctors, she probably thought I was a psycho 2 years old, but the doctor said "how could a little kid that young lie!".
Time passed and my mom and I moved out of the house, meanwhile the rest of my family stayed. We moved away and only two years later, we moved back into the same HOUSE. I was older around 5 or 6. and I remember going upstairs, still scared, but I was snooping for my birthday presents, I opened my closet door and the lady was standing there looking at me, I turned around, started running to the stairs and, as I was turning the corner to head down the stairs, I saw her spread her arms and try to lean over me. I fell and slid all the way down he stairs. After that I would sleep in my own room alone. I felt like I was being watched. The doors would open and close. No one believed me, my grandma tried to say "maybe it was your guardian angel".
Then one night, my mom woke up at 3:30 in the morning, she said there was a flash of light. She looked at the clock, it was 3:30, when she laid back down and looked up the lady was hovering over on top of her! My mom just put the covers over her head like a little kid. That's when she started to believe me. After that our dog stared barking all the time and growling for no reason, we would hear foot steps and things would open and close.
So after a while, my grandparents moved out to an apartment building for older people and my uncle moved out. We called a priest to come bless the house, but we moved out before he had a chance to come. The next people who moved in had 5 children. My grandma and me went back to check on our mail and we started talking to the lady. She started telling us about weird things that have been happing, like her baby swing was off and when she came back down stairs, it was on maximum speed. I haven't been back to the house since I was like 6 years old, but sometimes I like to drive past the house just to see it. I do miss the house but I wonder what the lady wanted. I don't think she liked kids but you're probably thinking "you were so young, how can you remember?". I can remember everything to a T.