AND he was about 13 when it happened. My parents were at a concert with friends and I was at home watching my little brother. The first part of the night was fine, but around ten o'clock I heard a high-pitched scream. I thought it was my little brother who had a bad dream, so I went to check on him. When I entered his room, he didn't look like he was having a bad dream. I stayed there for a while to see if he would start screaming again.
He didn't do it, someone else did it or something else. I was still in the room when another scream came from the stairs. I got scared. I called my parents crying and told them to come home. They just told me it was all in my head and to go get some sleep. I didn't feel unthreatening with my little brother alone in his room, so I took him to sleep with me. About ten minutes after I went to bed, the door slammed. None of the windows were open, so it wasn't wind. I decided to look for what was causing all this noise. I took my guitar with me to strum… As if that would aid anyone. I couldn't see anything upstairs or downstairs, but when I went down to the basement, an unknown figure appeared in the corner. I didn't think he saw me, but he was crying a lot. I think it was a child, about four years venerable. I was terrified by what I saw. It didn't look unsafe. It was quite limpid, but not completely. I went to my room, closed the door and waited for my parents to come home. I fell asleep before I could tell them everything.
The next morning I did some research on the house. We lived in and it was written that there was a Jewish family living during the Holocaust. They were all taken to the Auschwitz concentration camp, all but the youngest one have no idea what happened to that one child and I think I saw the one child who was left and that he went back to look for his family and they weren't there.
After my experience, I will always believe in ghosts.
