A/N: hi I'm naturally a spirit magnet. I don't like the idea of ghosts but they still find me. I've had a few encounters so I'm doing a few chapters about my scary and true stories. (These will be going youngest to oldest). Chapter 1 This story takes place when I was about 2 or 3 so here you go. When I was little I had this toy, I can't remember what it was called but it was something like tommy tadpole or something like that but anyway, it was my favorite toy ever it was a normal toy. My rule as a kid was that I was not allowed to have toys in my crib and my toys stayed in the living room. So one night my dad and I stay at my grandmas house and we bring my toy. My crib is in my grandmas room and my dad sleeps on the couch. Well my dad claims that in the middle of the night my toy started acting up as in talking (the toys supposed to talk but only when the buttons are pressed) nothing is touching it and the batteries are not worn out. My dad threw that toy out the next day he still believes that toy is haunted.