Okay so one night about 2 months before we moved, I slept in my room which was alwasy really dark but then again had 6 windows and it was pink. and I was sleeping on bottom bunk with my little sister and I awoke to hear crying, and so I got a little freaked and so I looked over at my sister to see she was sound asleep, and so I called my mom and and my dad and older sister came in and said "whats the matter?" and I said I heard something crying and he sat there and listened for about 5 minutes and I still heard it and he said he didn't hear anything, so I went to sleep with him and my little sister woke up and slept with my mom. And when I woke up I could SWEAR I saw a baby playing with a raddle. And I forgot to say this too, our house was 118 years old.

And my little sister also saw a guy in overalls and a painters hat and she said to my dad, I was a ghost today, and he showed her a picture and he said "did he look like this" and she said no, and it was a picture of the guy who built the house, and later that day she said to my dad, "Daddy, acctually, the guy in the picture did look like that." And from this day on I refuse to go in that house.