This whole story took place when I was about one year old, so of course I can't remember this, but my mom told me this story about when my older sister (about three at the time) saw something unusual.
My mom was getting ready for bed when she heard my sister Stephany yell. Mom ran into Stephany's room and saw Stephany sitting in her bed in fear. Mom asked: "What's wrong?" to which Stephany replied: "I can't go to sleep mommy, I'm scared." Mom looked at Stephany and asked: "Scared of what?" Stephany didn't reply fast. In fact, it took her about a minute to reply. Once she did reply she said: "That boy is scaring me."
Stephany pointed to the corner of her room. Mom looked over to where Stephany was pointing and she spotted nothing. Mom was confused out of her mind. Stephany had never been told about these kinds of creepy phenomenons because she was only three. Mom was getting really worried, until she noticed a little Piglet replica from Winnie the Pooh near that corner. "Well, it's just that Piglet. C'mon, it's Piglet!" Stephany started crying. Mom knew that she wasn't seeing what Stephany was seeing, so Mom started to worry. "Okay, you can sleep in my room tonight." Mom said in a worried tone.
The next day Mom talked to her neighbor about her new house. They talked about lots of boring stuff like the price, blah blah. But then the neighbor pointed something out that made Mom even more worried. "Oh, it was so tragic." Mom then asked: "What was tragic?" The neighbor replied: "When that little boy died. He got trapped in between the crib and his mattress and suffocated. He was only 18 months old." Mom was horrified and quickly left. This boy died and maybe left the world, but his spirit never left my old house.