Tonight I had a local woman entertaining her family from Louisville, Kentucky, a sister and two guys.
The sister's godmother lived in a hundred-odd year old house in Indianapolis. Once when she was sleeping over, she felt something tapping all along her side, like the cat was walking on her, or someone was tucking her it. She opened her eyes and peered over her shoulder at the arched doorway. She saw a woman standing there in a long white dress, like a nightgown. The woman was looking at her, kind, checking on her.
In the morning she asked her godmother if the cat had gotten out in the night. "No" she said. "Well did you check on me in the night?" No.
When she told her godmother what had happened, her godmother nodded. Then she admitted that other people who slept in that room in that room had seen the same thing. Her godmother hadn't mentioned anything for fear of frightening her, which the sister confessed, would have completely freaked her out. Her godmother thought that the fact that she didn't know made her more open to the experience.