However, as a kid, there were more presences there than there are now. Now, I'm fairly certain there is only one, and she is a real sweetheart. From what we could sense of her, my siblings and I, she was young when she died and never had children of her own. She watched us all grow up and adopted us as her own. She would look over us when we were sick and comfort us. She enjoyed having us call her ma. But of course, we couldn't tell our mother about her. She would have flipped out. LOL You see, not only did we grow up in a haunted house, but our parents were super fanatically religious. Had they known about her, they wouldn't have believed us anyway, and would have told us that what ever was in the house was demons.
We had finally told our mother about her after we had all moved out. We had all even seen her in turn. She had her favorite rooms that she'd pretty well keep too. But always when you saw her she was such a peaceful presence. Long dark hair, a flowing nightgown and arms that looked as if they'd embrace with the most wonderful of hugs. Well, our mother, after many years of not believing us finally saw her too. I felt so vindicated.
And now, I'm going home... again. I don't know for how long we'll be living there, but I know that my boys will feel welcome.