OK, I'll start off by letting you know that this experience
happened to my mother. This may not be the scariest of
stories, but it's a true one. I was only eight years old and
fast asleep when it happened, so I only have the word of my
mother.
It was Spring of '84 and a few minutes after
midnight. Everyone, except my mother, in our one story
house was fast asleep. "Everyone" consisted of my older
sister, younger brother, and myself. My father was
stationed in Maine. Well, after a late night watching
television by herself, my mother finally decided to hit the
sack. We had four bedrooms, all four rooms connected to
the main hallway of this quaint little military issued home
(you Navy brats know what I'm talking about!). My little
brother's room was at the very end of the hallway, while my
mother's room was at the front. She lay alone trying
to doze off when she heard the familiar clinking and
clanking of toys. It was loud and coming from my brother's
room. She let the racket go on, thinking my brother, who
was five years, had gotten up to play with his cars or
blocks. After a couple of minutes she called out to him
from her room, "Gregg, go back to sleep!" The sounds
ceased for maybe a second or two, then started up again.
Another three minutes passed, the toys were still chattering. Mom,
who was fairly irritated at this point, decided to get up
and put little Gregg back in bed. The hall light was on,
the bedroom lights were all off. She walked toward the back
bedroom, the toy sounds still shuffling. About five feet
from his door, the sounds came to a dead stop. As she
turned to walk into his bedroom, she saw that all of the
toys were neatly stacked in their usual places, not one
block or car out of place. Not only that, but my little
brother was not there. It seems that he had wandered into my older
sister's bed earlier that night, and he, my sister, and
myself were already in a deep sleep when my mother heard the
toys. She stood at the door and chills immediately ran up
and down her spine. She doesn't scare easily, but at that
point she proceeded to run into her bedroom, lock the door,
and call my father in Maine to tell him what happened, not
that she really knew herself. Here's the kicker,guys.....
she couldn't reach my dad. He was on a last minute flight
to Ohio. You see, his Grandmother, my Great-grandmother,
had passed away a just few hours earlier that evening.
Coincidence? I don't know... but it sure spooked the shit
outta me.
Submitted from: Virginia, USA