When I was a baby we lived in this small house, I was the first born so it was just me and my parents. Well one night I was sleeping in my crib in my room and my mom woke up to hearing creepy old-fashioned music coming out of the baby monitor.

She came out of their room and went down the hall, hearing the music getting louder as she got closer to my room. As soon as she opened my door the music stopped. She thought I was sleeping so she closed the door and went back to her room.

A few minutes later the music started again so she went back. Again the music stopped as soon as she opened the door but this time I was wide awake, standing up, pointing and giggling at the closet door which was open. We used that closet for storage so I was never open.