Our house was built on a old rice field. This rice fields were once a battlefield during World War II. The house was built during the 60's. I know for a fact our house is haunted but I have not experienced anything first hand until 4 years ago. My younger brother was born late; we have a 17-year gap (I do have another brother 2 years younger than me). When he learned how to watch TV, he always do it in my parent's room, which was located at the top of our stairs, so nobody will disturb him. He usually seats at the edge of the bed so he can easily climb down for bathroom breaks.
I came home one Saturday from work and it was almost lunchtime. I was on a graveyard shift then and I usually just go to my room first to change my clothes. When I climbed up the stairs, my parent's room was open and I saw my little brother seating at the edge of the bed watching TV. I did not disturb him and just went to my room and change. After changing, I just went straight down stairs and saw that lunch was ready. I called my little brother for lunch, but then my mother, who was at the kitchen, just shouted at me "he is not here, he went to church with Grandma!". I just freaked out. I went back up stairs to check if it's true and when I entered the room, nobody was there. I ran back down so freaked out and told my mom what I saw. She just brushes it off and said that I'm just tired.
I know what I saw and it really looks like my little brother... That little boy did not show up again until now.
Thank you for reading.