Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24113109-20140428051958/@comment-24434736-20140922152244

Not exactly creepy, and not witnessed by me personally.

My mother's house, when she was younger, was 300 years old. It was the house of the farmer who used to own the land that our housing estate is built on. His 3 year old son died of cot death, and the farmer ended up selling off his land, being left with nothing eventually.

My mother's family moved into the house, and throughout her childhood, the ghost of the farmer's 3 year old son stayed with the house, being friends with her, and even saving my uncle's life one time, who was choking in his cot, by waking my grandmother up.

The house was demolished eventually, so nobody knows what ended up happening to him.