when I first moved into the house I currently live in I always used to get an errie feeling. One night I dreamt of a little boy with blond hair playing with a transformer in my basement. I asked him why he was at my house. He then turned his head towards me and I saw that his eyes were red. I then woke up from that dream and every single night I would have that same one.The dreams lasted for about a month.That's when stuff.started happening.I would see a shadow of a little boy I would hear giggling toys being moved from their original spot and weird banging noises.Iwas a wreck I couldn't sleep I barely ate and I was really stressed out.One day I was brushing my hair. I was in front of a mirror and I put my brush down. I look up and I see.the boy in the mirror. He had blond hair but instead of those red eyes he had calm blue eyes.There were bruises and cuts on his arms and face he looked sad and lost then he disappeared. All of a sudden the activity stopped everything just stopped. I was so relieved. A year passed and I forgot about the boy in the mirror.A year later my parents decided to clean our attic. we hadn't looked in it since we moved. We climbed up and what I saw made me sick. There were posters of an old daycare that took place at my house and at the corner of the attic were pictures of the kids from the daycare I looked at one of the picture and right at the corner of it was the boy. I paled and I wanted to scream but I couldn't.I then heard a giggle behind me.
