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Originally Posted by Philo

We bought an old home (1840's) in the early 70's, and lived there for more than twenty years. Much earlier, a woman died in the house - she was in a wheelchair and could not move around on her own. The lady helping her was using cleaning products and created a gas that killed the woman in the wheelchair.

One morning as I was waking up, I was in an upstairs bedroom and it was daylight. I was the only person at home. I was on my right side, with my back to the doorway (the door was open). I got the feeling someone was watching me, and I turned over to look at the doorway. I caught just the side of a white dress as it moved away from the doorway. The only way what ever it was could go without being seen was down the stairs because I could see along the hallway. The stairs had several squeaks in them, so I know nothing went down the stairs, but as I jumped up and went to the doorway, there was nothing there. Scary.

There you go...