I guess it started when I was little. My mom and I have always been a little more... Open... To the things unexplainable. I was about 5 years old, making my brothers 4 and 3. My brother who was 3 is autistic, and his 'tick' was trains. My mother would hear his toy train go off (it made choo choo noises and played music and flashed lights when you pushed buttons on the side) every night for months, and she thought it was just us playing at night. She would come to check in on us and we would be sleeping (at the time me and my siblings shared a room). Finally, my mom took the batteries out of the toy train.
The next night, without it having batteries, my mom once again heard the train going off. Me and my brothers were downstairs, and my mom went upstairs to check on the noise she heard. She turned the train off and returned downstairs. A few minuets later I swear I heard giggling and I know I was young but, I clearly remember the figures of a little girl and boy walking down the stairs. It was just shadows on the walls. Like their outlines. When I looked from the wall to the stairs nothing was there. When I got older, my mom told me that night after we saw the shadows of the kids that she told the kid 'ghosts', "If you're good, you can stay if you're bad you have to leave." My mom said she never had experiences with them again. The toy train never went off on its own again
I don't know what happened. I can't explain it. To this day my mom still swears she saw the two kids. I don't know if they were 'bad'. My mom said we were never harmed. The train thing going off went on for months until the night it went off without having any batteries. I don't know what to make of it. Maybe it was just a coincidence. I have no idea.