I love true scary stories but not when they happen to me. My uncle passed away back in 2009. I didn’t really know him too well but he was always kind to me when I saw him at family gatherings and whatnot. My parents attended the funeral out of state and left me and my little sister home with my brother who was 22 at the time. They were going to be gone for three days. I was 14 and my sister was 11. We had fun while my parents were away. We stayed up late and watched movies and played games. My grandma came over every day in the afternoon to check on us. The second day that they were gone I was in the bathroom and after I had finished I began washing my hands. I heard a voice say, “You left the TV on.” It was a little kid’s voice and it came from right behind me. I turned around quickly but there was nobody there. Now I don’t mind telling you that all of my hairs were standing up at this point. I see the shower curtain and I am so scared to open it to see if there is someone hiding in the shower. I was absolutely terrified but i peeked and I was ready to see a little kid in there. Nope there was nothing. I figured I imagined it and continued on. I didn’t tell anyone because I thought they would just make fun of me, and they definitely would have, especially my older brother. After this I would sometimes hear muffled voices or sounds like crying and whimpering at times but I never could really tell where the sounds were coming from. I would just think they must have been outside but mostly this would happen late at night when no one would be out there. This went on for a long time. It was about a year later when I found a crumpled piece of paper in my desk drawer once. It was a crayon coloring of a little kid and what looked to be a large man or monster even. It was all in black crayon and done messily with many lines and swirls all over it. It creeped me out and I figured it was just something my little sister did when she was younger so I threw it away. I did ask her and she said maybe but she didn’t remember it and it definitely was not her style. Looking back there was many things or hints like this. Stuff was moved or misplaced. Things I would always keep in a certain place that were moved or lost. I mostly shrugged it off. One night my family was talking about this kind of stuff and we all had similar stories but no one ever told anybody. All of us had heard the crying. My mom remembered that her brother, my uncle who died, had said that he was being haunted by a little boy. He even saw him once. The boy would always cry and try to get his attention. We figured that this was the same little kid that we all had heard. He was trying to get our attention. But why? So my mom said out loud, “Little boy you are dead and you have to go now.” Immediately there was a loud thud, like something heavy fell in the dining room. We all froze in fear and my dad ran in there but there was nothing out of place or any sign of the noise. I’d like to say that everything just stopped completely but sometimes I would still see shadows dart across the room out of the corner of my eyes once in awhile. For the most part though it did stop. I never heard the crying again anyway. But my mind is always brought back to that picture of the little kid and the large black monster. I have always kind of been scared to even think about it much less say it out loud, but maybe the little kid wasn’t the problem, rather that big monster in the picture is what was making him cry and he reason he wanted to get our attention so badly. And that thing, whatever it was, is still around lurking and watching.