The Story of My Old Apartment Being a Psychologically Haunted Property

Now, about the apartment complex I've mentioned a few times on this board. My father lived in a boarding house, and my mother lived with her parents. When we got married and were wondering where to live, we heard there was an empty unit in the apartment complex, so we decided to move in there. My father worked, so my mother was home alone during the day. Back then, many women were full-time housewives, and it wasn't looked upon favorably for women to work outside the home. For just the two of us, housework didn't take much time. We had just moved in, and there was no one we knew well nearby. As I was zoning out, the thought suddenly came to me, 'Hang a rope over there in the room…' I snapped out of it, thinking, 'No! That's not my thought!' Then, I wondered whose thought it was, and a man I didn't know came to mind. 'Ah, so you died here,' I thought. 'But you've been here all along, haven't you?' 'Your presence had faded,' she said. 'I can't do anything for you, and I'm not going to stay. You must go towards the light.' As I spoke to the man, I also prayed to my guardian spirit, 'Please send someone to guide this person.' After continuing this for a while, on the morning of the seventh day, the room felt incredibly bright. Since then, I haven't felt his presence, so I'm convinced he has moved on to the afterlife.