Hey, this story happened when I was 2 years old. This story is true, and yet it might be funny so try to have laugh.
My mom told me my story of my first (I guess) counted paranormal encounter in Savannah, Georgia. My family went there to visit my Uncle Dave and now Crazy Aunt.
My mom loving paranormal things went a graveyard that was very old. Before they fixed the roads for cars drive on, the roads were narrow but then they fixed the roads to be wider and to be able for cars to be parked and driven through the grave yard. But here is the problem, they didn't move the bodies only the tombstones, I know such idiots.
My mom driving on the side of the roads saw an interesting brick or stone on the ground. Since it wasn't stuck in the ground she took it with her. Arriving home she put the stone or brick in the giant walk in closet my uncle had and everyone went to sleep.
The people in the room were my mom, my older cousin, my twin and me. It was 3:30 in the morning and my mom heard me mumbling and making baby noises to something inside of the closet. She said I paused for a moment and started to laugh.
"Ashi, who are you talking to?" she asked me. She said I laughed and said clearly when I didn't even know how to talk, "Steven." My cousin was with her when I said that. They closed the closet and grabbed me and my twin brother and stayed up all night.
Believe it or not I still have that brick and it's very odd and has strange feelings when I look at it. What a strange little girl I was. Hoped you laughed. I know I did.