I have read through the other answers each time this question pops up in my feed and a lot of the answers are similar to my story. I've hesitated writing my own answer because I didn't want it to be too monotonous. That tends to take the creep factor out of it. However, today I'm feeling rather chatty so I'll share.

After my then husband's father passed away we left our county and moved into his childhood home. His parents had been the first owners of this house, as it was a newly developed housing plan at the time. They raised all four of their children there until his mother passed away when their youngest child was 13. We kept the house as it was, with all of their furniture and decor, only updating some minor things. My ex had felt that leaving it the way it was helped him to stay connected to his parents and sister who had all passed away.

One night in the Fall our 10 month old had come down with pneumonia. We arrived home from the emergency room around midnight. The baby was very fussy and not feeling well. He was overstimulated by all of the excitement in the ER so instead of putting him straight to bed we let him play with some toys on the dining room floor. We kept the lights off except for the hallway light hoping that the darkness would help make him sleepy. My husband and I sat at the table watching him play, exhausted, hoping that he'd wear out soon. Suddenly our little guy crawled over to the entry to the living room. He sat himself upright, with his back to us, and raised his arms up as if he was asking someone to pick him up. Then he started bouncing on his bottom and whining with his arms still reaching up to the invisible person in front of him, as if begging them to hold him. When he realized that no one was picking him up he turned to face us and started pointing up toward the direction that he had been reaching. Clearly, no one was there. My ex and I looked at each other inquisitively. I walked over and picked him up. He continued to point in the direction of the living room as I attempted to calm him in my arms while walking around the dining room. My ex checked out the living room, confirmed that no one was there, and headed to bed.

With my son still in my arms, I walked into the dark kitchen to make him a bottle. The only light in the kitchen was the moonlight coming through the window. He was calm now but still would look over my shoulder toward the living room. I placed his bottle on the island in the kitchen and suddenly a big, round ball of light flew past my face and smacked against the wall by the stove, then disappeared. Chills. I had goosebumps from head to toe. I squeezed my baby boy a little tighter, finished with the bottle, and bolted from the kitchen.

The thing that makes this evening so creepy to me is that my ex's mother died in that living room. She was in the final stages of cancer so the family had turned the living room into a place that she could rest in a hospital bed and still be at home with her loved ones.

We've had guests spend the night who swear they have seen her leaving the bathroom in a bathrobe, with a towel around her head as if she had just taken a shower, turn toward the living room and vanish.

I truly believe that my son's grandmother was there that night. I feel that she was there watching over him since he was so ill with pneumonia. He is 13 now and has no memory of that night but I still get chills when I think about it.