Gizmo I see your point. She felt residual because it didn't matter WHO was there, or how you reacted, she did the same thing. And I honestly don't know if she did anything when no one was there. I tried a few times to stay up and watch and see, but I never saw anything.
My littlest sister had a woman that would walk through her room most nights, too. She would walk in the room, look around as if she was looking for someone or something, and then walk out the window. All very business like. She did not seem to have lived a sort of trauma. It freaked my poor sister out so bad for a while! She would lay awake at night dreading her arrival, and then would fall asleep exhausted when she finally walked through. Eventually she got used to her.
My middle sister did some asking around and found out that these two women did actually die this way. The lady in my room was in the fire and jumped from the balcony and died from the trauma of falling. The other lady was at the house when they were reconstructing after the fire. Originally they were going to rebuild exactly like it was before, with the big porch and the french doors and balcony porches. This woman was investigating the house and stepped through the hole where the french door was going to be. She did not realize that the balcony did not have a floor, yet. She also died from her injuries.
Because of that, they didn't build the balconies, put in the french doors or build a porch. They simply walled in the west side of the house. Which explains why the sitting room felt like it should have a door, but it didn't.
My youngest sister's other terror was the mirror. Now, I have to admit it scared me too, but I just got in the habit of not looking at it. I passed by it every day, but I didn't look up. It was high on the wall across the middle room above the stair way. When you got ready to go down the stairs, if you looked up you could look at yourself in the mirror. All would be well if your shirt was plain. But, if you had picture on your shirt, it was upside down.
Yep, upside down. It was the weirdest thing! She first noticed it because she had a shirt with horses running on it. She loved that shirt. She stopped to admire it in the mirror at the top of the stairs and freaked out! I ran out of my room to check on her. She was standing there with terror on her face but I couldn't find anything. She pointed at the mirror and I looked. The horses were upside down.
This worked with every shirt, and all three of us! It was really spooky, so I never looked at the mirror. But my youngest sister was like compelled to look at herself every day. And it freaked her out every day. She told me that after my middle sister and I were both out of the house, she finally got so mad at the mirror that she screamed at it to leave her alone and quit doing that. It never did it again!
