The dead came to visit.

"When I was about 8 years old, I liked playing with Mega Bloks, building big towers, and then tearing them down." One of those times, having already thrown another of my towers, I got bored of being in my room and went to ask my permission. Mom to go out and play. She told me she would leave me once I picked up the blocks she had left on the floor, so I turned to go back to my room, but I stopped because my brother, 5 years old, was in my room, Picking up the toys for me, I had turned on the light, I was quiet and he was very focused on what I was doing, I turned with my mom again, and I said, "Oh, my brother is already doing it for me," she leaned out, looked at my door, very confused for a couple of seconds, and said: "There is no one there. Your brother is outside, playing. "I went back to my room and saw that, in fact, there was no one, now the light was off, and the toys were still on the floor, it did seem strange to me, but I decided to ignore it, pick it up and just get out..."