"My cousins nephews grandmother, Deena, I called her Aunt Deena, even though we mostly cousins, just a family tradition, all women were aunts, all men were uncle and are uncle.
Anywho, her house was haunted, yet not in the bad way, but by most likely an elderly nice old lady who took care of her. One night we were being sort of loud leaving the house. When we heard something, politely yet insistently shushed us to be quiet.
Also she had a plant or plants that she never watered before she died, that never once died. When she passed, the plants also died. And you've always had a sense of being home, always at peace, always safe around her. What's quite disturbing but awesome, is i always had a feeling, that her caretaker ghost, followed her everywhere.
Who knows, the nose of those who knows the nose of the knowing known nosed.
" Via a friend
