Feeling Ghosts - Third in a Series

For nine year, I lived in a Cape Cod style home that had been built in 1950. It was a tiny little place that had seen very few updates over the years and was in need of some tender loving care when we purchased it in 1998. The home had a remodeling in the early 1960s, which opened the upstairs to two sizable bedrooms, leaving the original downstairs pretty much untouched.

There would be nights when my husband would not be home, and only myself and my dog would be snuggled on the sofa watching television in a living room that sported 1950s wallpaper and a cheap, worn dark brown wall-to-wall carpet. The stairs to the second floor were adjacent to this room. Many times on those nights alone, I would feel a presence near the staircase, and my dog would turn and look in that direction as if someone were there. It happened so often, in fact, that I gave the presence a name, "The Lady," as for some reason, I felt it as a feminine energy.

And, strangely, after those times of "visitation," I would have a home improvement idea (or two) pop into my head. Coincidence?