Before I start this story, I would like to state the road my house is built on, the land was previously a graveyard, it got demolished about 80-90 years ago.
Having just moved into the house there was a lot of boxes and bags lying around the house, including a large bin-bag at the end of my bed containing all my brothers toys in it like, toy cars and stuff like that.
I don't know the exact time of this, but I'm guessing it was around 1am-3am. My Mum and Dad was asleep in their room, and my younger brother was asleep in his. I was lay in my bed struggling to sleep as it was a new environment, new bedroom, not like my old one.
As I lay in bed, all of a sudden I began to hear a noise of a plastic bag been scrunched up slowly and then been released, and then again been scrunched up. I have to admit I got a bit scared, but I didn't think anything of it. About a minute after the rustling sound came to a stop, I heard another noise, like someone putting there hand deep into the bag full of toys, and then bringing it back out and dropping the toys back into the bag from a height, one by one.
At this point I began get scared, I had goosebumps on my arm, and all the hairs on my neck were standing, but I didn't want to look up towards the bag out of pure fear. I simply covered my head with the duvet and closed my eyes. One of my brothers toys included a "Buzz Lightyear" figure from the film "Toy Story". It had buttons on it, in which you press and it would speak, or make a noise. I heard one of the buttons go off, in which it said "To infinity and beyond!" (as that is what the character says in the film.) And from that point on, I heard nothing.