So when I was about 9 or 10, on and around there, we lived in this house. We, as in me, my 2 brothers and my mom and dad.
I used to wake up in the early am before it was even daylight out, and every time I woke up there would be this little girl sitting at my night stand. She looked to be about 6 or 7 years old wearing a white dress or maybe a nightgown. All she ever did was brush her hair, and hum "You Are My Sunshine" and look at me though the mirror.
When I first saw her, I cannot even explain the feeling I felt. I, at first, was in trance, could I really be seeing what I'm seeing right now? No, I must be dreaming. Then came the reality, I was not dreaming then I was scared $$$$less, per say. But after seeing her quite often I got used to her, realized she's harmless.
After getting used to that, me and my brothers would hear kids playing in the attic. Yes, more than one. Laughing and ranting, having a grand old time, running back and forth across the attic.
So one day me and my brothers are in the attic playing cards, listening to music. We would do this a lot. The attic was our playroom so we spent a lot of time up there, and nothing was weird when we played there. Well, until this specific day... As we were playing the radio went all static and we could hear something, but we could not figure out was it was we were hearing. It was very faint at first. Then all a sudden we could hear kids clearly and loud through the radio playing, running around loud footsteps every were. Mind you the footsteps didn't sound like they were coming from the radio, only the voices did. Our cards that were on the ground came swirling up and a gust right between us as if they had ran right in-between us. The sound of running went right down the attic stairs and was gone. The radio went back to normal and, well, we never played in the attic again.
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