My grandfather built the house partially with his own hands, and generations of my family grew up inside the home ever since. He had four daughters, my mom was one of them. Unfortunately one of the daughters died in a car crash because someone ran a stop sign. She died in high school way before I was born. Her name was Miranda, she was my moms best friend. My mom named me after her, my middle name is Miranda. Skyler Miranda. I actually slept in her bedroom during part of my childhood. We all slept there at one point it was the "kids room." Anyway, one night I heard my first and middle name said very loudly, "Skyler Miranda!" while I slept and sat up in bed instantly. This is how family members address me when I'm in trouble or something. In the hallway a silvery woman was standing there, she looked just like the photographs around the house, but see through, almost watery. I could only see the top half of her, her legs were either not there or invisible. She smiled at me then walked straight through the bathroom door. I instantly fell back into a deep sleep and didn't remember this until years later. I also suffered from sleep paralysis when I slept in that room a lot. When I grew up and moved out of the house I never had sleep paralysis again.