When my mother was younger, she would often wake to the sound of noises downstairs, even though everyone in the house was asleep. She would listen at the top of the stairs and could sometimes hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Once, a woman walked towards her, and my mother bravely asked, "Who are you?" The woman just kept walking as if she didn't hear. My mother tried to follow her, but she vanished. She told her parents about it, but of course, they didn't believe her. I was glad that she shared it with me. It took several years, but finally she found someone to believe her story!

Margaret, Nova Scotia