It's Certainly Possible...My grandparents' house has belonged to the family since my grandfather bought it in 1925, it was a huge house that was home to the grandparents and their 10 children, one of whom was my mother. During her childhood, her grandparents, various aunts, uncles and cousins came to live with the family and different people passed away in the house (from natural causes, usually).It had the reputation of being haunted even when I was small.
There was a back bedroom in the house, that even on the hottest and muggiest of New Orleans summer days was always freezing cold, whether the air conditioning was on or not. A young relative of my mother's had hanged himself in that room, after a love affair ended badly. I wasn't told about that until much older. My siblings, cousins and I played and even slept in that room, without a care. It was often the most comfortable place to be.
During my childhood I remember many happy times spent there with my relatives, and the stories that the grandparents, uncles and aunts would tell about our family. All of my mothers' siblings had moved out except her youngest brother, and eventually he married and left as well. When I was 25, my grandmother passed away (the same year I lost my husband and child), and when I was able, I went to visit my grandfather, who at the time was living in the house alone. He was bitter about the losses of grandmaman and my family, and he also complained angrily about the increased crime in the neighbourhood. He said he always had his shotgun nearby, and he kept my grandmother's rifle in the bedroom.
Not too long afterwards, some young men broke into the house. My grandfather waited with his shotgun ready. He was 90 years old and said later that he stayed out of sight because he wasn't going to be a hero, but he would do what he needed to, to stay alive. Suddenly he heard a gun blast, and footsteps running out of the house. He said he thought a neighbour had come, and was very grateful. A neighbour had seen the men loitering around, and had called the police. They were coming up to the house, just as the men came running out---right into their custody.
After the burglars were taken away, my uncle who lived closest was called and met my grandfather and a couple of officers who remained behind, at the house. The officer who was getting information for the report asked my grandfather if they could also speak to the "lady of the house". My grandfather told him sadly that she was deceased, he was alone. The policemen, puzzled, exchanged glances and told him that the burglars had run out when faced by a very tall woman with a rifle, who they said had shot at them. The officer further said the police had also gotten a glimpse of her peering out of the door, before she went back into the house.
Then the policemen saw a portrait of my grandmother, all 5'11 of her, and identified her as the woman they had all seen.