Well, after that incident with the little boy who looked like my brother, I thought, 'Gees, my cousin sure put thoughts in my head.' So, I never thought of anything after that. Later on, when I turned thirteen, I invited my friends to my house more often. There was one incident where we were all in the kitchen and it was summer, so no curtain to block the heat from escaping was up. We all turned to look down the hallway into the living room for some reason and saw a little boy holding a blanket walk into my parent's room. Having been witness to this little boy, I decided not to say anything to them. We entered the living room with our refreshments and I told my friend to touch the lump on the sofa which I already knew was my brother. So, she did and when she did, boy oh boy did she scream and run. I laughed so hard and she looked at me and asked, 'Didn't your brother go in your parents room when we were in the kitchen?' and my other friend says, 'Yeah, I saw him holding a blanket.' My other friend agreed, he had his favorite blanket that he always carried. I looked at them and thought 'Oh lord. It's real and I wasn't imagining things.' So I told them the story and they still haven't forgotten about it and we are now sixteen. Well, we weren't the only ones, when my cousin moved into our basement that the manager rented she let the lock open from downstairs so we could visit her whenever we wanted and so she could forge for food whenever she wanted... hehe. But she said that in the middle of the night, she would always see my brother sitting by the stairs leading into the basement every night so one night, she called him down. When she got closer, he disappeared. So, I started thinking after seven years of all these things that maybe... I wasn't imagining things.