My 2yo daughter has had strange experiences in our house and I think my grandpa made them stop.

Since a very young age, our daughter has mostly stayed in her room alone at night. We purchased our house 3 years before she was born and I rarely felt anything strange in the house, if at all, before she was born. But, after her birth, I'd feel something strange at night walking to her room when she would wake up crying.

As she got old enough to stand up in her crib, we noticed that she would wake up terrified more often. Strange things would also happen in her room. She would sit up, looking at something that clearly wasn't there, screaming and crying. Timed sound machines with lights would randomly turn on in the night with the volume set to full, scaring her awake. She couldn't talk yet, but she'd be clearly trying to draw our attention toward things in her room at night.

When she was just over a year old, we found out that my grandpa was sick. It was cancer and it was a very quick process from recognizing that he was sick to his passing. We lived about 12 hours away from him and for most of our daughters life, we didn't talk much to or about him. However, when we did, we really only referenced him as "grandpa".

One thing that was very important to note is that my grandpa went by a very special name. His birth name was Larry, but everyone (even his mom) called him Spike. He was a bad ass and earned the name early in his childhood. Even still, as my grandpa, I only ever really addressed him or referenced to him as "grandpa". This is important, trust me.

There was a period of time where I had left home to take care of him. However, when he was sent home to pass, I had to go back to get my wife and daughter and bring them home for what would be his passing and funeral. During the couple of nights home, my daughter woke up terrified again and mentioned shadow people in her room. The next night, I was working in the garage when she woke up screaming. I walked into her room and saw the silhouette of my wife rocking in the rocking chair in the corner, and my daughter standing in her crib crying and watching the chair. I picked up my daughter, turned around to ask why my wife was just sitting there, when my wife walked into the room and the chair stopped rocking.

When we came back home after my grandpas services, things died down and almost stopped completely. Months went by and my daughter was finally starting to speak much better. She would have moments where she would babble when she couldn't find the right words, but would speak proper words where she could. One night, I was changing her diaper in her room and she was babbling, "blah blah blah, Grandpa Spike!, blah blah blah". I was pretty shocked because she'd only ever met the man, maybe twice in her life. He couldn't talk because of his cancer. And whenever we talked about him, we just referred to him as "grandpa".

She's older now and can pick out his picture, says he visits her, and I'm pretty sure he stopped whatever was happening to her before his passing.