This is a true story, I promise on my grandparents graves.
When I was 3-5 and I still lived in Virginia, we lived in a nice green and white house, and one night my mom heard my toy piano playing so she came into my room to check if I was asleep, only to find me in my crib, and my toy piano on the floor, and the keys were moving on their own. Another time i told my mom I was scared of the man in my room, but no one was their, so one day when I was with dad or something I don't remember, she was getting a glass out of the cabinet, and found an amethyst ring, so she went to a pawn shop to turn it in, aperrently it belonged to a man who was going to merry his girlfriend but never got to because some bullies beat him up and left him on the train tracks , he died that day when he was run over by a train.
It was one of the creepiest things my mom told me from back at Virginia.
