About 4 summers ago I was with the family on vacation in Culiacan, Sinaloa.Mx. That Part of Mexico when its summer is very hot but it also rains. In the house we stayed in they left the doors open every time it rained but it was fresh and we slept in the middle room.
That night I slept on the floor it was also raining. The room next to ours, I heard steps like a baby walking bare foot on the kitchen floor. So the first thing that came to my head was "Fracisco got up". But I was too lazy and sleepy to get up and check it out myself. So I just said in a low voice "Fracisco Go to sleep". I was still laying there waiting for him to listen when I saw the baby run by me and sit in the corner of the bed where my grandmother was sleeping. I lifted my head and said again in an angry whisper because I didn't want to wake anybody up. "Fracisco go to bed." but he didn't even look at me. I got up to put him to bed but when I was about to grab him he just vanished. The first thing I did was turn on the light and when I looked Francisco was there in his bed sleeping.
I didn't say nothing just went back to sleep that same night I woke up again because I was thinking about what I had seen. So I look up and a tall shadow was looking at my grandfather sleeping. I just thought I was dreaming so I ignored it and went back to sleep.