When I was young my mom told me a story about the haunts she had met when she was younger. This one just got to be my favorite.
When my mom at the age of 20. She had 2 babies, my elder brothers. She could not survive on her own at that time so she moved to live with my aunt, her elder sister.
One night, after she put my elder brothers to bed, she went to get some coffee and stay up for a while. It was late in the night time and the only person who is awaking was my mom. While she was drinking her coffee, she heard the sound of babies crying, not just one, but many of them. She thought that was coming from her own kids, so she walked to the room to cool down her babies but it turned out that it wasn’t her babies crying. So she thought about my aunt’s two kids, they were just at the age of four and five at that time, however, they were sleeping too.
My mom started to wonder what was happening. She ran into kitchen, which led to my aunt’s room and within this laundry room in the porch, and find out that the crying sounds was coming from three babies lying in the pile of clothes inside the laundry room. She shout out and ran away quickly, which any other people would do the same. The crying sounds stopped. Then she woke up my grandma and aunt to point out and tell them what had happened. However, they said they didn’t hear anything.
Later on she told me some more about that night, while she was washing her coffee cup and prepare to sleep, she walked into the kitchen and just outside of the kitchen window she saw a lady, covered in a white aura, walking up the sky.