For as long as I can remember, my grandma's second floor has been haunted. From stories that have been told by my aunts and uncles, grandparents, and various cousins, it is evident that something strange goes on there.
When my cousins, brother, and I were young, we used to be terrified to go upstairs. It became a 'dare-you-to' scenario as we sat bored in the living room. There is a door on each side of the bottom of the stairs and a wall straight on. The door that connected the living room to the bottom of the stairs was always closed - we thought this would keep the ghosts upstairs.
There were a lot of old pictures and books... Old STUFF...upstairs. The floor was old wood planks, and some were loose. We liked to go up there and just explore through everything. We would even find the loose floor boards and look underneath to see if anything was hidden inside. Numerous times we saw shadows out of the corner of our eyes. There were always footsteps and shuffling. You could even hear it from the living room.
At the top of the stairs is a large room that is sort of a 'landing'. Connected to this landing are two bedrooms. My cousin and I about 16 years old at the time decided we wanted to be brave and try to sleep a night inside one of them. I lay with my head at the foot of the bed near the door and my cousin at the other end. We were just lying there talking around midnight or 1am recounting the numerous scary stories that we have heard about the house when suddenly the footsteps began. They were right outside the door. We held our breath just listening to the soft shuffling. Eventually, we turned on our radio to try and drown out the sound and we fell asleep.
At some point, maybe around 2 or 3 am, I was woken up by a soft *Click*. I looked around and couldn't place the noise when all the sudden I realized that the radio we were listening to was no longer powered on. It was an old-school radio with big buttons that had to be physically pressed in. Someone had to press the button to turn it off. When I came to that realization, I was unnerved. I just lay in bed and listened to the shuffling in the landing area. It was just going back and forth until it paused right outside the door. That is when I pretty much did a back flip and jumped on to my cousin, telling him to wake up. I told him what happened. Together, we just listened. The shuffling eventually came into the room (the door was closed), and stopped at the end of the bed. We did not hear it anymore that night.
We never stayed the night up there again. My grandma told me that one of the previous owners was an older lady who passed away upstairs in the other bedroom. I don't know if it is true but we did experience SOMETHING.
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The stairs to the second floor are very very squeaky. The footsteps actually just 'appeared' and began around the time I said. The weirdest part was that I woke up when the radio was powered off and the footsteps seemed to have went through the bedroom door and into the room we were in.
I try to be as logical as possible when it comes to the paranormal and not jump to conclusions. They next day, we had told my grandma what had happened and she just blew it off because she is so used to that stuff happening in her house.