Yes, I think it was most definitely soothing to her - at least she never complained about it, she just asked who it was . . .
The day we moved into the house, the old couple who lived here hadn't quite fully moved out. So they had a couple of boxes in the front room and to avoid box mix up, we started moving our stuff up to the empty upstairs. My father was walking up the stairs with a box and I was following him with a very heavy box when he just stopped, halfway up the stairs. He said that there was someone walking into one of the bedrooms - he had seen her feet through the spindles on the bannister. For some bizarre reason, he refused to go any further and insisted we go back down the stairs. I must point out that my father is a very straight person, not prone to making up jokes or messing around . . . Anyway, I went up and knocked on the door of the room. No answer. I went in and the room was completely empty. But ever since then (and that was 14 years ago!) when my father comes to visit he refuses to go into that room - even though it's my daughter's bedroom! He has to kiss her goodnight on the landing . . . And the room, before my daughter came along, had ben converted into my photographic darkroom and sometimes the light used to turn on on it's own (not very convenient in a darkroom.)
But I have to stress that this house has a really happy feel about it - there's no way I would have stayed here so long if I was worried or troubled by any 'presence.' The old couple who used to live here were very upset to leave as they had been here for some time and had raised their children and been very content here. I always think that the memory of their happiness here has just lingered and that if there is any kind of spirit presence (which I'm still not convinced about!) here, then it is obviously not threatening . . . . .
But I', completely off-topic now - sorry!
