Kind Spirit In Our Mom's House

This story has about two sides to it. I would like to mention a kind of background on my twin sister, and then talk about paranormal activity going on in this house my mom has moved into about 9 years ago. Since the two of us were very young, for some reason, my sister has always had an interesting connection to the earth. We are half Native American, Apache Chiricahua, so my great aunt has said that may be a part of it. Ever since elementary school, my sister (I'll call her Isabel) has done weird things like spacing out, pointing and/or commenting at something I don't see, or even jumping like she is scared of something that isn't there. She used to tell me all about the things she saw, but as we have gotten older she has gotten to stop behaving that way and rarely talks about it anymore. But I recently saw, about a half year ago, her and both of our dogs staring at the corner of a room by the door. And then then door literally shut itself and opened again, which sent the dogs in a barking frenzy and my sister and I joked about there being a ghost in our mom's house.

But back to the first topic, for the longest time my sister has always mentioned there being a dark shadow-like figure that appears somewhere every day. It's apparently not exactly a person, it kind of looks like something similar. I think of No-Face from Spirited Away when she describes it, except without the mask and it has short legs. It changes its spot every time she saw it, it first being somewhere near the canal on our way to school, then outside one of her classrooms, then at our bus stop. She started getting uneasy, though, when it started getting near our home. Around that time, she started experiencing sleep paralysis almost every night. And when she would, she wouldn't see the figure, but she just couldn't move. But one night, she said that she knew she was in a sleep paralysis, but she was able to move. She turned around in her bed and directly next to her was the black shadowy figure, this time it had faint eyes and was in the bed with her, staring at her. She said she just turned around and went back to sleep because she was too tired to really put effort into being afraid of it. (A mood, but also?)

Around that time, she also would wake up in the mornings with scratches on her arms and back (in places she cannot physically reach herself, because she is not very flexible). She doesn't have very long nails, because the two of us are wrestlers and you are supposed to keep your nails short so you can't scratch people in a match. We don't own a cat or dog in our dad's house, either.

This kind of reminds me of this ghost story called something like "Mary". It's about something you don't know getting closer to you. You get a phone call, and the person says "This is Mary, I'm in front of your gate now." The phone rings again in a little while, and they say "This is Mary, I'm in front of your entryway now." And then "This is Mary. I'm in your entryway now." I have never heard how the story ends, so I'm not really sure what it is. Since then, she has never told me about the strange shadowy figure, and she no longer wakes up with scratches or bruises.

And now for the second part:

Nine years ago, our mom moved away to Washington state (we live in California) and she got a house in a small ferry town across the Sound from Seattle. When my mom got the house, she tells me that when she was remodeling the back room, there was a section of the carpet that was a different texture. Like someone cut out a square of the carpet and replaced it with another kind. So they removed the carpet, and underneath it there was a big stain. Like red paint. According to my stepdad, who likes to hunt deer and elk, he knows what dried blood looks like and that was as if someone had bled out right there.

My mom looked up the history of the house and found that the wife of the man (an elderly man) who sold us the house had passed away. There was no information as to how, but my mom thinks she had slipped and hit her head on something and bled out in the back bedroom of the house.

Over the years when my sister and I would stay in that house during summer/winter/spring breaks, the doors constantly open and close themselves. Objects are misplaced. The dogs (and occasionally my sister too) stare at random spots of the house. One time, I swear to everything holy this happened, I was carrying two packs of toilet paper to put in the master bedroom, but my arms were full and I couldn't open the door. Then, the doorknob made and click and it opened by itself.

I don't know if it was just a draft or what, but my mind didn't know how to react at the moment, so I just said "Thanks", tossed the toilet paper into the bathroom, and on my way out the door shut itself behind me. And hard.

I have no idea how to prove to you that was actually what happened, but I'm not here just to tell stories, I want answers.

One night my mom was a bit drunk and was talking things like "I'm telling you, she's here." And I always ask who and she never answers anything except something along the lines of "she's not mean or anything, but she's here."

Just my daily dose of wtf, of course, but every time I visit my mom I can just feel something strange in that back room. It's not negative or scary. But it's something. *insert the meme* haha

Thank you for reading this long thing! I would love to know what exactly was happening to my sister that one time with the shadowy-like figure, and also any comments on this possibly kind woman roaming around in my mom's house. Feel free to ask me questions! I would love to discuss this with anyone haha sorry I'm so awkward.