When we first moved into our house 11 years ago, my little brother was three. Shortly after moving in, he said that he had made four friends, named Lius (Lie-us), Dius (Die-us), Arack, and Ton (I honestly don't know if those are the proper spellings for those names). He claimed that Lius and Dius were "Black, like [his] black grandma". Our Grandmother is Native American. He started misbehaving afterwards; breaking glasses, disobeying, etc. Sounds normal, but he was telling us that his friends were telling him to misbehave. We then found out after a couple of years that our town was named after a Civil War general who slaughtered many native americans in the field that was behind our house, and when they were building a wal-mart there back in '06, they dug up a Native American burial ground. Also, one time he said that "The soldier is looking for his bullet". A couple of days later, when my dad and my brother were digging in our back yard to make a garden, they dug up a rifle bullet.
On Halloween one year, my mom, her friend, and my cousin were taking pictures at our house; just messin' around by taking pictures of costumes and decorations. When my mom's friend looked at the pictures on her computer, there were all kinds of weird ****; pictures with ******* orbs EVERYWHERE, a picture that was refracting sunlight in the shape of four men standing shoulder to shoulder, and the ******* creepiest one of all: A picture of my cousin Christina, standing on one leg and making a motion as if she was coming at the camera. But it wasn't her. Instead it was a misty figure with a face that had hollow eye-holes and a mouth that was sewn SHUT. I ******* wish to God we had the pictures, but my mom's friend lost her camera. The pictures are never to be seen again.