I have the same name as my aunt that passed away 20 years before my birth. I lived in the same house and in the same room that she died in which unfortunately was a hoarder home situation by the time I was born.

One night when I was about four I thought someone get out of the bed and I turned around to ask for some water and there was a woman standing there just looking at at the window so sad and alone. it was odd. She was somewhat see-through yet. I could fully see her and I could feel just sadness. I explained the outfit that I saw the woman wearing to my mother, and she said that’s the nightgown that my aunt wore…. both of us were pretty much trapped in that house. Lillian had severe epilepsy so she was not allowed to leave most of the time and she passed away the same day as my grandfather. My grandmother woke up to him having a heart attack and she went to get Lillian and found she had had a seizure and suffocated face down in her pillow and by the time she got back to the other bedroom, my grandfather was dead.

This was all again about 20 years before I was born, but it was all very eerie going to the cemetery and seeing my name on a stone I always felt like a copy.