This may sound odd, but I have a weird life, for real. This happened in my old house, when I was kind of young. I was always sensitive to quiet weird things. I would ignore it all, but sometimes they were difficult to ignore!
My mom told me once that she had this experience with my sister, my oldest sister, because when she was really young, she would talk to a "baby" that my mom couldn't see. It really was weird. Then I decided to tell my mom I had my own experiences, not only one, but some in my house. This little boy used to be there all the time, so when I would walk through the hallways and stuff, he'd follow me. He was everywhere, doing nothing though. I was kind of afraid, but I got used to it really fast.
This little boy was not the first one, or the last one, and I told my mom.
Me: Mom? That house was full of them, I mean we had more than just that little boy.
Mom: Wow...
Me: What?
Mom: It's just that, before we moved out, your little sister told me something weird.
Me: What did she say?
Mom: She said, "Lets move to the other house, Mom," I dared to ask why...
Me: And she told you?
Mom: She said, "It's just that in this house there's a lot of them, and in the other house, just one."
I froze, because it was true! I went to the other house before talking with my mom, and I noticed it. I just didn't know my sister could notice those things too, but no wonder, she was really young.
I know it sounds weird, maybe I am, but I know there's something else in that house. I don't know if it is because the house is in front of a cemetery. I don't know what was there before. All I know is that the house was full of them. I never told my other sisters about it until now. I told one of them, (I have three sisters), and she believed me, but the oldest one doesn't know anything about it.
I'm just concerned you know, I mean, I am not a wuss or anything, but I am getting sick of it.
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