Back when I was around the age of 9-10, I lived in a house in a somewhat old town. No one else had ever lived in the house before my family since we were the ones who built it and whatnot. The land wasn’t some burial ground or anything like that, the people building the neighborhood made sure of that.
So anyways, I was left home alone a ton as a kid because I could take care of myself pretty well and my dad and stepmom had to take my other siblings to do things like a sport or a doctors appointment or whatever.
We had this little dog, a yorkshire terrier and she was just the cutest. I had always gotten this creepy vibe from being in the house, so much so that I wouldn’t sleep in my own bedroom, I would sleep on the couch in the game room. I did that for about as long as we lived there (7 years).
So I was home alone one afternoon with the dog and she was doing little dog stuff like running around and going up and down the stairs. I played with her for a little bit, but I got bored/tired and I just wanted to watch TV in the living room. I am lying down on the ground watching the TV while the dog continued to run around upstairs. My dad’s bedroom was right above the living room and I could hear the soft paw steps of the dog running around in his room.
Suddenly, there are these loud, loud pounds on the ground in my dad’s room and it startled me because I sounded like the ceiling was about to cave in on my head. The dog comes racing down the stairs, whimpering and crying. She hid in the kitchen and would not come anywhere near the stairs.
Now I thought, crap she knocked something over. I didn’t want her to get in trouble or my dad blame me for whatever the noise was, so I went upstairs to go see what happened. When I got up there, something definitely seemed off, but I brushed it off as being a nervous little kid home alone. I went into my dad’s room, but I didn’t see anything on the ground. I check the bathroom and closet, but didn’t find anything that could have fallen over and made that loud of noises.
It occurred to me at that moment that the sounds had almost sounded like somebody had been walking around real heavy, as if stomping. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I was racing down the stairs, scared for my life. I sat on the couch as faraway from the stairs as I could and wouldn’t take my eyes off them until my dad came home.
I never told anyone because I knew that they would just brush it off as the over active mind of a kid, but I know something was there that day and so did the dog.
After that incident, I began wearing a cross necklace and never heard anything again.