I was 7, lying in my bed, reading, when a woman I had never seen walked up and sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t scary at all, in fact, she somehow made me calmer. She said “Don’t look out the window. Just keep looking at me.” Then she started singing a song I had never heard. She kept singing it over and over, quietly, and petting my hair. Every so often she would stop and tell me not to look at the window.
A few years later, I saw a picture of the woman from that night at my grandmother’s house. It was her mother, who died when she was 10. She had just gotten the photo from her step-mother, who had been going through her father’s belongings. Before that, she had never had a photo of her mother. I’d dismiss it as something I saw at Great-Grandma Dixie’s house instead and had a dream about, except that I never in my life went to Great-Grandma Dixie’s house. Any time I saw her I saw her at a church or a family picnic. A few years after that, I heard the song again. The song was Molly Malone, which I had never heard in any other context. I still remembered the words. I asked my grandmother if she had ever heard the song, and she had. It was the song my great-grandmother used to sing to her children to calm her down before she died.
When I told my mother about it, she asked when it was. Since it was a few days before Easter when I was seven, I was able to give her a vague idea. Turns out, right around that same time, her girlfriend was having nightmares that a ghost was floating outside my bedroom window, trying to pull me out. Much like you, I’ve always had weird things happen to me, and this is just the most vividly remembered and bizarre.