I was probably 2 years old and was fussing loudly in the middle of the night, when a kind lady came through a door and walked over to me and hushed me down. She was in a blue ball gown-like dress. The next morning, I remember looking at the part of the room where she came out of, and there was no door there. Years later, my sibs told me that house was haunted af. I’ve spent my life trying to rationalize this experience.