Okay, so this is a short story that was told to me several times by my mother. It was apparently the first time I ever experienced the paranormal.

It had only been about 2 weeks after I was born when this occurred. My mom told me that she had just put me to bed in my old wooden crib that had no wheels on it. She went into the next room which was our living room and began to watch her soap operas. She said about an hour passed before she heard a very loud noise in my room. She ran in to find my crib moved from against the wall (now, a very important detail about this house I use to live is that in my room there was another door that led to a bathroom. This bathroom was never used and the door was always kept locked. The water that ran in this bathroom was always black and everyone always just blamed it on plumbing, but it was always abnormally cold in there and there are long scratch marks on the inside of the door) where it blocked the bathroom door to the center of the room. The door itself was busted open. My mom said she grabbed me out of my crib and we went to my grandmothers house for the night.

The next day I am told my father fixed the door and everything went back to normal until I was about 4 or 5.