Here's a story that happened in my uncle's house. They lived in the house for a long time, and the little boy has been there longer. There's a little boy that died in that house a couple years ago. So my cousin, Chase and his older brother, Andy, had to sleep in the room that the little boy had.
One night, Chase couldn't sleep so he heard the little boy say, "Chase, come play with me..." He was so scared that he actually had to wake up his brother and tell him what happened. Then my uncle told me and my parents the story on a Halloween. He said that they call the little boy Tony since they don't really know who he is or how he died. So when he was telling us, you could hear a door open and close, when everyone was downstairs. They just said that it was Tony. I was so scared that I went on the ground with their dog Kelly. She actually got closer to me since she knew I was scared.
Then Matt, my uncle, told us that when he and Shelly, his wife and my aunt, were downstairs and Chase and Andy were sleeping, they heard the little boy say that he wanted to go to bed too. So then they understood that the little boy was still looking for his parents that must have died when he was home. So the next morning, they told Chase and Andy to go into another room and to NEVER go in that room unless they know about it.
We went over there on Christmas and Andy said that Chase and he were going to talk to the little boy. I told my parents and they thought that I was just kidding around. But then they actually went, "Rachel, BE CAREFUL!"
So when we went up there, Kelly went up there too. I went on the top bunk, Chase went on the bottom, and Andy lied down on Kelly. So the first thing that happened was that Kelly started to bark at the toy box next to the closet. The lid actually opened up and was set on the ground. It ACTUALLY happened. Then "Tony" said that he wanted us to play, even though there was no one else in the room. Chase and Andy wanted to get out of the room, but I said that they're chickens, so they just stayed in the room.
So then we asked where he was, but he just said he wanted to go downstairs. I'm starting to think that since my parents and I went over to their house so much, the little boy actually started coming to the condo. Sometimes he's not here, sometimes he comes and visits. And I think that I was 5 or 6. I think I should have put that first. So, that's pretty much what I found out about the little boy in both houses. If I knew anymore about the little boy, I would have added it, sorry.