So firstly I'm not scared of the following activity. Just wanted someone else's take. My Husband and I live in a multigenerational family unit. Us, and my parents. I have always seen and heard things it's just a matter of time whenever I move for activity to start up. My Husband is open to my experiences especially after I warned him about it when he moved in with me. My father passed away in our living room almost 2 years ago. A little more than a week after my son turned 2. He is now almost 4. After my father's passing my husband and I continued to see him peeking around the door jam to our bedroom as was his ritual every night to see if our son was asleep yet. If not he would come in and give him extra nightnights. It Iis comforting to us when we catch it. My son I'll call him Bug. Bug was extremely close with my father and the first thing I noticed being home alone with him one afternoon, was bug jumping up out of the floor where he was playing quietly and run to the door yelling bye bye papa. It's somethi g he had never done even when my father was alive. After that he would randomly tell me things, like papa says hes happy. Or papa died from a broken heart (heart attack) a term we never discussed with him. Since my father's death I have also started to notice two other presences that come and go. I believe them to be my husband's deceased maternal grandparents who he was extreme close with. My Husband is never there when I see them and the female presence is the only one that enters our bedroom and stands at the corner of the bed closest to the door. The male presence is always standing in the hallway like he is unsure. I too with them have never felt fear only curiosity and affection. Our most recent experience was the other morning. My Husband had already left for work and I was awake in bed reading a book when I kept noticing a presence just inside the doorway to our room. The presence was very blurry so I couldn't make him out, but felt no threat so left it. I saw his flash in and out of my vision several times before my son woke up next to me. He told me good morning then roles over and looks toward our dresser and just stares like he's listening to something. Then he starts talking he goes papa! Where'd you go! Oh, I know you died, you'll be back soon. Something about it I just can't get out of my head.