When we were 9 years old my cousin lived in a haunted house. She is the same age as I am. We were told that several years before she lived there a man killed his wife and kids in the house. I'm not sure how true that story is. I was told that one of the kids was killed in the upstairs bathroom.
As I said we were 9 years old when this took place.
Amanda and I were in the upstairs bathroom and we were running the bath water so I could take a bath because I was staying the night there with her. As we were running the bath water we heard a little kid crying. Mind you Amanda and I were the only children present in the house. And she didn't live near any kids. I had the bright idea to search for the source of the crying. It didn't take me long to find the source. It was the bath tub which was now occupied, by a little boy. I asked Amanda if she saw him too, and she said, "no, but I can hear him and he wants you to go with him so he won't be lonely anymore." I was terrified to be in that house at that point. I emptied the tub as soon as it was safe and went downstairs to sit in the living room.
Another day I was taking pictures and they all kept getting ruined. Animals were killed by unseen hands, Amanda's younger sister almost drowned in the ditch by the house. The shed had an unseen man muttering to himself in it. A woman can be seen through the window on certain days. She is wearing clothing from the 60's, so you know you aren't staring at your reflection. In the upstairs rooms you can hear laughter or crying and sometimes even yelling. I don't know what happened in that house, but whatever it was is still lingering.
I don't know what is going on in that house these days, and I don't want to know. It scared me then and even driving by it freaks me out a little bit.