When I was about 7-8 years old my mom an brothers lived in a red brick house next to my aunts. We all had a creepy feeling about the house, especially in my brothers room. But I remember when my brother slept in my bed in the same room as our mom. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bath room when I went to look for my brother because he wasnt next to me anymore. So I walked to his room an I saw a little boy on the toy box so I said my brothers name "Zion" an he didnt move so I kept saying it then it looked at me, then another person appeared except this one was a grown man a lot taller than the boy. But they looked at me an then more appeared so I backed away slowly to my room. The next incident was when my mom was getting my shower ready an I went to my room an all of the sudden while I was sitting in there my alarm clock went off an then my toy got chocked across the room.
We left a couple months after that