I was in upstate New York working on a short film (a horror film, of all things) in an old farm house years ago. The cast/crew were on the first floor, and I went to get something I left in the upstairs hallway. When I swung around to head back down, I caught a glimpse of an old woman laying in one of the beds, and my entire body went cold. When I looked again, there was nothing but a fully made bed. I went downstairs and told the home owner, and completely unsurprised, she said, "Oh, you met Martha! She's a nice one." When I look back at that time in my life (a less rigid one with far fewer earthly responsibilities taking up my brain) it makes sense that my awareness was more open to that sort of thing. 🤷♂️