Firstly i have to stress that I dont believe in God, Ghosts, heaven, hell, reincarnation etc etc ...
But this tale has been told and told in our family for a lot of years.
When I was a baby, around 4 months old, I was ill with a virus and made a hell of a lot of noise ( no change there then) ... My parents lived at that time in west London in a house with 4 flats in.
One day I was crying more than ever and my mother took me out in the pram to try and get me off to sleep. On returning from the trip I was still whining so my mum left me in the pram outside the door in the communal lobby, after a couple of minutes I had gone quiet and mum came to the lobby to see a woman of around 40 standing over me smiling and stroking my face, the woman looked at my mum and said "dont worry, he will be fine. He just needs to get used to all the new things he is seeing, and take them all in" ... My mum thanked the lady and she went down the stairs and out of the building.
When my Dad got home from work, my mum told him about the lady and the fact that she had never seen her before ... she described the lady and what she was wearing etc ... and my dad went white as a sheet.
He immediately went to the bedroom and deep in the wardrobe in an old shoe box were some old photo's, he produced the only picture he had of his Mum, who died when he was only 4 years old .... The picture matched EXACTLY both the description of looks and clothing of the lady in the hallway !!
A similar thing happened to someone I know.
A friend was running a bath for her baby, and then some pink gunge came through the taps and tried to grab her. Fortunately, she managed to get the baby out of the way.
A few days later though, the baby crawled out of a window (that was locked) and was abducted by an old lady who flew through the air. I think the baby was taken to an art museum where some medieval warlord was going to be reborn into the baby's body. Fortunately Jackie Wilson saved the day and all was good.