When I was a child, under 10 years of age, I woke up in the middle of the night thirsty for a drink of water. As I awoke I noticed the silhouette of a figure standing in the door staring at me. It looked like my mom so I called out quietly “Mom”. No reply so thinking she didn’t hear me as i was trying not to qake my brother I called out a little louder “Mom” still nothing. I called out one final time just loud enough to get her attention and without getting a reply I pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep. When I asked my mom the next morning why she didn’t answer she responded with “It wasn’t me” Roughly 30 years ago still have no clue who she was. And from then on I always had the feeling of being watched every time I was alone in that house growing older. I moved out at 16 to this day I still get that feeling……even with everyone there.