Childhood house

I don't usually post on reddit, mostly here to read. However I feel the need to share the story of my childhood house.

I lived in this house from ages 2-13. It was a smaller bungalow. There were three small bedrooms down a long hallway that lead to the living room. There was a finished basement with a concrete room which was intended to be used for cold storage. I remember being absolutely horrified of this room. I always used to see shadows of a creature or human-like figure which appeared to be watching me whenever the door was left open. I would refuse to go anywhere near the room, and would cry hysterically if I got too close. Additionally, whenever either of my parents went into the basement I would stand at the top of the stairs screaming bloody murder begging my parents to not go near the room and to return to the main floor.

Upstairs, my room was directly across the small hallway from my parents. I would refuse to enter the hallway at dark, and my mom told me I often would wake up screaming and crying in the night begging her to sleep in my bed with me so the shadows wouldn't hurt me.

In the living room, I remember playing or watching the tv. Out of the corner of my eye, I would always see an older couple, with outfits that appeared to be from the 1800s. the man was wearing a top hat and a black suit that was shorter in the front and longer in the back. The women was wearing a dress that was wide at the bottom and had a coreset top. This couple would pace back and forth down the hallway, often stopping for a couple of seconds before turning around to pace the other way. However, every time I turned my head to confirm what my peripheral vision saw, they would disappear. Up until the day we moved at the age of 13, I refused to be alone in the house due to the grim feeling of being watched that I was overcome with any time I entered the house. I would wait in the backyard for 2 hours until my father got home from work so I didn't have to be home alone. Immediately after we moved, these feelings and my history of night terrors stopped completely.

***Now this is where the story gets interesting. (To me, at least.)***

Fast forward a decade later. Now in my 20's, I was having lunch with my mom and her best friend when the topic of our old house came up in conversation. I began telling my mom about how eerie I felt as a kid living there, but quickly brushed it off as being a child with an active imagination when reflecting on the experience as an adult. However, my mom informed me she had the same feelings and odd experiences in that house, but never told me as she didn't want to scare me. My mom began to describe an old couple she would see walking down the hallway. I couldn't believe it. Finishing each others sentences, we discussed the same couple, almost word for word with their description. My mom even told me she used to have a Priest come over every couple of months while I was at school to bless the house.