okay, we lived in this house where the ghost of a girl about 10 had lived and died. she had long blond hair and wore a long white old fashioned nightgown. Her name was Karen. she would walk continuously from the bathroom to the front door and back. I could just see her out of the corner of my eye but DH was allowed face to face with her. when ds was 2 he still wasnt sleeping thru the night. pediatrician said to let him "cry". so... one night i was laying there letting him cry. I hear "ma ma", thinking it was my dd(age 6) letting me know he was crying, I just kept my eyes closed so she would go back to bed. I heard the same voice several more times. finally I thought"the heck with it" and opened my eyes. no body there. got up anyway to check on him, he was running a 104 fever. I feel like Karen saved his life. One time we had a couple housesit for us one week(trip to WDW) They said they would never spend the night there again. The wife would sleep during the day because she was so afraid at night.