Haunted House Part 1

This story is completely true. I wouldn't be posting it if it wasn't. All my stories take place at one house. I've lived in it most of my life and I've always been hearing things and even seeing them sometimes.

Before I start telling the story I feel like I should give a tour. When you come in through the front door, the first thing you see is this big staircase on your left and on your right is the first living room. If you walk a little further, you will find yourself in the dining room. Right next door is the family room and the room next to it is the kitchen. So we covered the important parts of the first floor. But when you walk up the stairs you'll find yourself in a long hall. On one side is the master bedroom, on the other was the two remaining bedrooms. It was quite a walk from one side of the hall to the other. Now that you kind of know how the house looks like (sort of), let's start the story.

So this took place about 2-3 years ago. My family and I were in the kitchen eating dinner. (We had a table in the dining room and kitchen, but we used the dining room for guests and ate at the kitchen table). We were just sitting and talking, you know, just some family time. Then I heard somebody run down the stairs as if to join us for dinner. Now, if it was some sort of cat (which we had no pets at the time) it would've been a much more lighter sound (I know because we got a cat couple months after that). But this was something different, much more heavier. Like the weight of a 10 year old (it sounded like). And the scary part is, this thing running downstairs sounded 4 legged. Now I'm not saying anything, I'm just saying what I heard.

I thought it was all in my head and I was the only one who heard it, but then I looked at my siblings. They were all staring towards where the stairs are (you can't see the stairs from the kitchen but you can definitely hear when someone is running down or up). I thought it was someone from the family but they were all there next to me. "Did you hear that?" I asked. They replied "Yes". "What did you hear" I asked after a few minutes still in shock. They replied, "Someone running downstairs". I don't know what that was and I convinced myself that it was just an old house and the stairs are creaky and it could have been anything. But a short time after that I started hearing more things. It wasn't just me, it was my family too.

One night it was only me and my mom at home. I was on the couch watching TV and then my mom came over to me. When she saw me she was surprised. "I thought you were upstairs, I remember she said. "No, I was here watching TV the whole time," I had replied. Then she said something that triggered my fright somehow that I couldn't go upstairs by myself for a while. She said, "Then who did I just see upstairs?"

Later that night my dad came from work and he's not scared of anything. I asked him to go and close the windows upstairs because I was too scared to do it. He went, and a couple minutes after he went upstairs, I went knowing that if he's there, then I'm safe. When I came up I tried to find my dad. "Dad"? "Yes?" I had heard from my parents room (master bedroom). I went into my room and to my surprise I saw him in there closing my window. "Hey, didn't know you went upstairs. I'll be in the office." He kissed me on the forehead and went into the office. I was just standing there in shock. This was somehow connected. My mom saw someone upstairs and then I heard my "dad" in my parents' room.

Then occasionally my mom would tell me stories that she would hear footsteps every now and then when me and my siblings were at school and my dad was at work. I heard them sometimes too.

I don't know what those sounds are, but I am starting to believe that my family wasn't alone in that house.