When my little sister was born, my parents moved me into my older brother's room and turned my room into a nursery. I hated sharing a room with my brother. He loved to scare me.
I'd wake up late at night and hear creaking sounds, then look across the room and he'd be staring at me with a creepy smile on his face.
My parents kept telling me I was being ridiculous until I described the clothes he was wearing the night he hanged himself.