When I was 12 years old I lived in this old house in Long Beach, California. I'm 22 now and still can remember everything that happened in that house.
One night my parents were out and my older cousin was babysitting me and my baby sister. I remember it was late and we were in the dining room eating oranges. I was facing the living room and I want to say it was around 11:40 p.m. We were all talking and I glanced at the living room for a few seconds and in a quickness I saw a little boy dressed in a tuxedo run extremely fast from our chimney area across the living room! He looked like he was about 5 or 6 years old. I gasped for air and was so shocked! I told my cousin what I just saw and she told me I was probably tired and seeing things, but I knew what I saw. For some reason I only saw from his head to his knees, I did not see his feet but he was fast. I was so scared.
On different occasions I would see the little boy run past my room in the corner of my eye or in the kitchen. He was always so fast that I couldn't catch a full glimpse of him. I would only see him for a few short seconds. After a while I wasn't afraid anymore. It was almost like I was used to it.
Until one night... So in my room I had this huge kitchen toy set that my sister played with. I shared rooms with her. On this one night I was awakened by some light noise. I started to feel so much fear for some reason. It sounded like someone was playing with the pots and pans on the toy kitchen. I pulled the blanket over my head. I didn't want to move or make a sound. I was so scared and sweating so much under my blanket.
Then I felt leaning over me as if they were trying to look at me! I was so scared I didn't want to open my eyes. Then the toys continued making little noises. This literally went on for an hour. Then I heard something pulling on my curtains! Oh my god, I was sweating so much I felt like I couldn't move because I was so scared.
Until finally I heard my dad get up to go get water. I got up and ran so fast to the kitchen and hugged my dad. He was confused and asked me what's wrong. I told him everything and he said maybe I was dreaming or maybe it was a mouse (we had no mice in the house). He took me to the room and the toys were everywhere! I cleaned I up and put it away. He told me I could sleep with the TV on but he still tried to convince me that it was a mouse. Eventually I fell asleep.
The next morning the toys were all over the place again. I really believed it was the little boy. It was so spooky. I lived in that house for 7 years and saw that little boy run around for 7 years along with the man in my hallway from my other story. It was such a creepy house.