I'm 12 now, so I can remember this pretty clearly, when I was 2, I remember I was at my grandma's old house and I was in the room where all the toys were. I saw the door open and then close a little boy was standing right in front of me, he looked about 10, he had blue shorts on a green shirt and a baseball cap. He said his name was Billy, then he asked me if I wanted to play with a certain toy, I picked up a different toy and said I liked the one I had better. He got back up, took the toy out of my hand and hurled it across the room. I started to cry, I remember he put his hand over my mouth and told me to hush or he would smack me. I struggled to get up and get myself to the door. I yelled out "I'm telling my dad!" When he grabbed my arm, slapped me in the face and then scratched me. Then I saw an older man dressed in all black shake his head as if he was telling the boy to stop. The man lifted me and set me down and they both disappeared. And then that's when everyone walked in, my grandma was freaking and saying I had a slap mark and scratches! I never really had anything else happen there I never saw the boy again, but the man I saw a lot, he was nice, he talked to me sometimes though.
Thank you! ~Summer