I was young when I had my first child, 18. Every night, like all babies, mine would cry. I would get up and either hold my child, get a bottle, or change her diapers. Something to make her stop crying. After awhile, when my baby would cry in the middle of the night, a toy that had to be wined up in order to play would start. The toy was one of my baby's favorites. My baby then would get very happy and stop crying. The toy was one of those old ones. You had to crank the wheel really hard in order for it to play. Turning it until it clicked and then it played until it clicked again. You could hear it cranking every time my baby would cry. Then play and play until it clicked. This went on for several nights, until me and my family moved out.
My mother always told me that the house was haunted, saying she saw things. I never had an experience before until up to this point, I never believed there was a ghost in our home. After this started to happen, I seemed to never really care. It wasn't anything bad. Like all experiences, I was startled at first, but after I while I was thankful that he or she was a nice ghost. After all, he or she probably just wanted to get some sleep too.