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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Interesting_Wing_807 on 2025-10-04 08:20:13+00:00.

When I was young (I was 6 maybe 7 and my sister was 8 or 9), my family was renting a flat. It was newish at the time and built over old farmlands. There was this long steep staircase in the house that would end just a few meters from the backyard door. My sister and I’s room was on the right giving us a side view of the staircase. One night we were sleeping with the bedroom door open. Our younger brother Nathan was crying on the bottom step of the staircase. At the time, we were annoyed cause we just wanted to sleep. We would call out “Nathan why are you crying.” or “Nathan go to bed, it’s late.” I vividly remember bickering to my sister, arguing who would go and check on him. I remember watching him curled up on the staircase, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. He just kept on crying quietly. We decided to just get out of bed and go together. When we reached his sobbing figure, I layed my hand on his shoulder and he just disappeared. The crying stopped. Freaked out, I waved my hand around the staircase and there was really nothing. My sister and I ran to our beds freaked out and covered ourselves with the blanket. We forgot to close the door. When I peeked over my blanket, I saw this fuzzy black thing roll from the stairs towards me under the bed. I went to sleep under the covers. When my sister and I woke up, we retold the story to each other thinking it was a dream. Nothing freaky like that ever happened again, I don’t believe in ghosts but people dont just disappear like that.