From Connie:

When I was 12 we moved to a house in another town.  I finally had my own room and I loved it.  On the first night, as I lay in bed drifting off to sleep, I distinctly felt someone touch my forehead.  It felt as if one tiny, childlike finger had momentarily touched my forehead.

I never felt any fear as this event continued to happen night after night. 

Then, we got to know a neighbor, and she told my mother that a small child had died in that room.

After I knew, I was never touched again.  I still have no fear about the experience.