It all started on a Saturday. My mother was in
the kitchen washing dishes, while my
brother and I were upstairs watching television.
Suddenly, we heard my mother yell for my brother.
We thought something was wrong because her voice
was full of fear. We ran down the stairs, and
into the kitchen as fast as we could. We found
her looking at the ground at a block of cheese.
My brother and I just looked at each other. We
asked her what was wrong, and the response we got
gave us chills.
While she was in the kitchen washing the dishes,
she was startled by a "thump". She looked behind
her thinking that my brother and I were throwing
things at her. But nothing was there. She looked
at the ground behind her, and there, lay a block
of cheese. The cheese that she had placed on the
counter across the room.
That night we all decided to sleep on the couch,
because it was too hot upstairs. My mom and
brother shared the big couch that faced the
window, while I slept on the little couch that
faced the stairs. When we were all half asleep we
were suddenly startled by a loud thumping that
came from the stairs. We all thought we had seen
a small figure running down the stairs. None of
us could sleep that night, we were all afraid of
what it was. Then, making us more scared, our
cat Kitty, was hissing at the front of the couch
that I was on. I got so scared, that I got up
screaming and ran to the big couch with my mom
In the morning, we all decided that it was
probably the cat that was making all the noise.
But what happened next was something that we
My brother was up in his room,
playing a video game on a banana chair, suddenly
someone, or something pulled the chair back with
him nearly falling backwards. He got up and ran
out into the hall and to my room where he found
me. He started to yell and call me names, then
saying that I pulled the chair back!
I got scared and told him that I didn't, I even
swore on my fathers grave that I didn't do
anything to him. I finally convinced him, but I
had almost wished I hadn't. We knew something was
in the house.
That night we all slept on the couches again,
this time, we all heard my brothers bedroom door
slamming over and over. This lasted for about 2
minutes. Finally it stopped, that's when we heard
a child's laugh. We weren't certain, but it sounded
like a boy.
After that night, the little boy never came back,
but sometimes, in the middle of the night, you
can hear a child laughing. It always sounds like
its coming from my brothers room.
We still live in the house, and we still hear a
child's laugh every once in a while, but we've
grown used to it. My mother thinks that its our four year old cousin that had died that was very close
to my brother. I think that its a little boy that
had lived in the house before.