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I had a brother who died at 3 weeks of age from an anurism that broke in
his brain.  I was one month from the age of 2 and have no memory of him.
I knew that he died in the house, period.  When he died, my mom discovered
him and had to be hospitalized.  She wasn't able to attend the funeral/burial.
Due to the trauma that his death had on my mom, we didn't discuss him ever 
- she couldn't even seek out his grave until nearly 25 years later.  
 
At 17 I'd already had my share of ghostly experiences - our house was quite
haunted.  I wasn't prepared for what happened one summer afternoon.  I'd
just turned off the television in the downstairs game room and was about to
ascend the step to go into my room which was located right at the top of
the stairs.  I began hear the sound of an infant crying - the sound was 
coming from upstairs.  I stopped after a couple of steps to be sure of
what I was hearing and not only was it still there, but it was a little
louder.  I slowly continued up the steps as careful as a thief in an
effort to keep the sound in earshot.  With each step, the sound grew a bit
louder.  It was definitely a baby.  Just crying and crying.  
 
About a third from the top of the stairs, I realized with a jolt that the
sound was coming from *my* room.  I stopped for a while to listen.  I felt
so sorry for it.  I continued on as carefully as before.  I'd reached the
top and something told me that I'd never be able to see what it was.  I
also had the distinct feeling that whatever it was would go away as soon
as I came to the top step.  I got up my nerve and slowly brought my foot
down in the top landing and the sound abruptly stopped.  
 
With my mom's past history with my brother, I was hesitant to bring up
my experience.  However, she and I had aleady shared some paranormal
experiences and I just *had* to talk to her about it.  As I recounted the
story, I searched her face for signs of stress.  You can imagine my 
surprise when she smiled when I finished and said, "you mean that's only
the first time you've heard him, I hear him all the time."  She went on
to tell me that my current room had been the nursery and that he had
died there.
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