In Pocatello, Idaho, before I was born, my sister had a paranormal experience. She was about 15 or 16 when it happened. She was sleeping in her room when out of the blue, she woke up. She came running into our parents' room, screaming. When they finally got her calmed down, they asked her what happened.
She said a boy had floated up through her floor. A little blond boy rose out of the floor at the foot of her bed. He was wearing blue-and-white striped pajamas and holding a teddy bear. He walked over to the farthest right corner and stared at the wall. He turned around, facing my sister after a few minutes, walked back over to her bed, and sunk into the floor again.
The house was built in the late 1800s. The original house was on a big acre of land, and the main house was way out further up the hill. If the house wasn't there, he would have been staring at the old house on the hill. Our dad said to write "What's your name?" on a piece of paper and tape it to her wall, so if he came back, he could write his name on it. There was a bunch of scribble of the paper the next morning. Mom says it was illegible. They never heard from him again.
