The haunting in my parents' house started when I was thirteen.
I woke up one morning and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and my mom was sitting, just staring, and the kitchen table. I could sense something was bothering her, so we started talking about what we were going to do that day and eventually she told me what the matter was.
She told me that morning she had gotten up early and was washing clothes in the laundry room. At the back of the laundry room was the dryer and she stood there folding clothes. She said she started feeling sick and could feel someone standing in the doorway behind her. She didn't turn to see who was there but continued folding clothes and then she heard crying, a child's cry. She turned to look thinking it was me or one of my younger brothers up from a bad dream, but there was no one there, and the crying continued.
She said she could look at the exact point the crying was coming from and it started to move away from her, going in the dining room. She followed the crying and it continued to move, out of the dining room and into the living room, from the living room in to the hallway until it faded away.
She was left standing there thinking she was going crazy, with the sick, sinking feeling still fresh in her abdomen. I believed her.
I was shocked she would tell me such a thing, because my mom was always very level headed and never talked of such things, as spirits or ghosts. From then on, my mother and I and my youngest brother would experience many odder, unexplainable things.