This story was relayed by my father exactly once, shortly after it happened, to a roomful of adults. I was five at the time, and clearly not meant to hear it. I have asked him about it since, and he claimed to have no idea what I was talking about.
In the summer of 1992, Burger King ran a campaign offering inflatable toys with the Disney characters, Figaro and Cleo, on them. I remember that my brother and I had one, and then one day, it was just gone. I didn’t understand why until I heard my father tell his story.
He would work during the night time and come home very late. He was standing in our dark kitchen one night, making himself some dinner and a drink. According to him, our inflatable Figaro toy was sitting high up, on top of a cabinet. To this day, I have no idea why it would have been there, or how it would have gotten there, since that was a highly unusual place to find anything of ours.
What happened next seems so innocent, but continues to chill me to the bone. My father said a small hand appeared out of the darkness, at about child height. He said it pointed up toward the toy that sat on top of the cabinet. He asked, “Do you want that?” As if nodding in response, he said the little hand bobbed up and down. He then took the toy down from the cabinet, gave it to the little hand, and watched it retreat into the darkness.
I have no idea what to make of this, to be honest. It kind of makes me sad to think of who or what this paranormal child might have been. Perhaps he or she just wanted a toy to play with.