We have friends who live north of here a bit, and we went up for a big Christmas party one year. It's a pretty good drive, so we went prepared to spend the night.
It was great fun, but I don't last as long as I used to, and my back, legs and feet were really hurting after a while, so I excused myself and went upstairs to go to bed. Our hostess went up with me, and showed me into a cozy little room under the eaves, where she tucked me in with homemade quilts.
It felt good to lay down, but the pain was keeping me awake. After a while, I heard footsteps coming up the steep wooden steps, and thought perhaps my husband was coming up to check on me. I called out his name, but got no answer. This happened several times, and finally I got up, opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway.
What I saw was a shimmering golden light that took my breath away. It wasn't only what I saw, but what I felt...an energy that literally made my hair stand on end. I stood frozen for a moment, then, feeling a little frightened, I went back to my room and crawled under the covers. I finally went to sleep, and when I awoke the next morning, the pain had abated, and I felt well rested.
As we were sitting over breakfast, I asked our host if he realized his house was haunted. He said, "So you met Barbara!"
Come to find out, they bought that house after a friend of theirs died. The woman had a teenage daughter, and they promised her that they would keep an eye on the young woman, which they had done.
Thing being, the lady died in a bedroom downstairs. I was sleeping in her daughter's bedroom. Evidentally, she somehow sensed my pain and was coming up the stairs to check on me.