a couple years ago, i was in california for a week in my grandparents house. at this time, everyone was just settling in, relaxing before turning in for the night. i was downstairs with my mom and younger sister, while everyone else was upstairs doing their own thing or sleeping. this house has always given me a creepy feeling, whether it's day or night, i hate walking around it alone. theres lots of empty space and dark areas, as well as several windows with no curtains, which makes it worse during nightfall. anyway, i was in the living room with my mom and sister. we were both on our laptops, and as far as im concerned, my sister didnt make a sound while she was with us. i suddenly hear a brief cry of a child coming from upstairs, but my mom didnt hear it. i thought it was weird because there were no other kids in the house, so i brushed it off. later, my mom left with my sister so they could sleep. i didnt want to disturb them because we were all sleeping in the same room, so i stayed downstairs until maybe 2 in the morning watching tv shows and chatting with friends. the whole time, i felt like i was being watched, but thats normal, and there's like ten people in the house, anyway. gathered all my stuff to go upstairs, and the annoying thing about this house is the light switch for the bottom floor lights is on the bottom floor, so i'd have to flip it off and run my ass up the stairs before the imaginary demon grabbed my leg and dragged my down to hell. i walked past my grandparents room, and heard the baby cry again, but it wasnt my sister. i thought it came from another house, but heck, its 2 in the morning and none of our neighbors have a child
