When I was a young mother and my husband would go out of town, I would pack up my girls and head to grandmas for a sleepover. I slept in my old room which had now become an office/guest room. The girls camped out in my sister's old room. Now growing up in this 2-story track home, my bedroom was at the top of the stairs and right next to the crawl space to the first floor roof. I was pretty convinced that I would be the first to be murdered or kidnapped because, well let's face it I was right there for the picking and no one else in the house would hear the intruder. Did I mention that we had a second story balcony that anyone could climb in my window at night and not be heard or seen either. Many a night I would lie awake listening to the noises, I swore that someone was coming up the stairs or was under my window, ok I was totally freaked out most of the time. I would always try to get to sleep before my parents went to bed. Now I have set the stage, back to the sleepover. I had tucked the girls in to bed and was settling in myself. The house was quiet and everyone had gone to bed. I heard the door open, I raised up and said, "Heather what do you need Honey?" All I could see was her silhouette,her long hair around her face and her nightgown, the night light in the hall way shined behind her. She didn't say a thing and slowy closed the door and left. I laid back down and then realized there was no way that what I saw was Heather standing there she was only 4 years old and what I saw was standing taller than the file cabinet. I didn't feel scared, it was very calm and quiet in my head, I got up to check on the girls, they were snoozing away. I climbed back into bed and slept very peacfully that night. Ghost? Spirit Guide? Inturder? You decide.