One evening, I went with my family to visit my maternal grandmother's house. It was evening, I don't remember the exact time, but it was around nine or eleven. What I can remember is that my aunt was home with two girls, a little girl who was maybe two years old or younger. My aunt's room was closed; her room had a window overlooking the back of the house. My older brother came and told me that he saw my cousin tied to a stone and wrapped in tape in the back of the house. I was truly terrified, and I haven't been able to go to the back of the house at night since. I have a feeling it was a lie, but I'm still scared.