My parents decided that we needed a bigger house. That was fine with me, I hated sharing a bedroom with my little brother! The first night I stayed in my very own bedroom, my little brother snuck in and began whispering in a scary voice. "Cut it out, Christian!" I yelled. The voice stopped, and when I heard him leave the room, I got up and locked the door. I tried to fall back asleep, but swore I could faintly hear the scary voice from the closet. I jumped out of bed and ran up to my parent's room on the third floor. They were still awake, relaxing and taking in the new surroundings. I told my mom to tell Christian to knock it off, that he was ruining my first night in the house. Mom looked bewildered and reminded me that Christian's room wasn't ready yet, so they had taken him to stay with grandma after I had gone to bed. To this day, we have not solved the mystery of the voice, though it never bothered me again.

Kristi, OK