This mystical story happened to me about 5 years ago. I have an old house in my village where I once spent my summer holidays. Since the house belonged to my grandmother and her three brothers, after the death of all the old people there were a lot of heirs. Seven nannies have a child without an eye, so the house gradually fell into decay. It is difficult to sell it, but there is no point in repairing it, since at any moment some intractable heir may appear. The house became increasingly desolate every year, and I began to build my house at the other end of the village.
One evening I was returning home when the weather turned bad: a black cloud appeared, lightning flashed in the sky, the wind rose, and rain began to fall. I decided to wait out the storm in that old house. I stand on the veranda by the door and wait for the rain to end.
Suddenly I feel some movement in the house. There was no light in the house by that time - the electricians cut the wires. Stopped in to check. I stand in the twilight, only lightning sometimes illuminates the space. Looked closer - someone is lying on the bed. It hurt me that there were some homeless people hanging around here, I decided to drive out the uninvited guest at once. I went to the bed, and there was an old woman. All wrinkled and pulling her hands towards me and wheezing. I say to her: “What are you, the old one, you decided to scare me? Now I will go to my friend-neighbor, take a flashlight and shine it in your face to understand who you are. So he did - he went to a neighbor, took a flashlight and returned to the house with it. They lit up, but the bed is empty.
Our village is quiet, small, everyone knows each other, every rabble (like homeless people) does not run around. Who or what it was, I don't know. I think maybe the spirit of the house is as old as the building itself. Now that the floors in the house are gone, I sometimes come to it to ring the underground floor with a metal detector, but I don't stay late - the residue from that mystical meeting remains.