My MIL told me she had seen a little boy in a red jacket in their yard and sometimes in the house. The house is 200+ years old. She did genealogical research for a living many years ago, but never found out anything to do with the little boy, though she thought he might have lived there. She said he used to sit on a certain step in the stair case.
One day, a friend and the friend's friend stopped by. MIL had told the friend about the little boy. MIL turned to point to the step where she would see the little boy, and said, "Well, there he is right now! Can you see him?"
The friend's friend gasped, closed her eyes, crossed herself, and started saying a prayer.
MIL said she never saw the little boy again.
One day, a friend and the friend's friend stopped by. MIL had told the friend about the little boy. MIL turned to point to the step where she would see the little boy, and said, "Well, there he is right now! Can you see him?"
The friend's friend gasped, closed her eyes, crossed herself, and started saying a prayer.
MIL said she never saw the little boy again.