Before I began this happened when I was a kid and a teenager. The house we were living in was added on by my grandfather and my uncles. The only add on was the extra bedroom and and extra living room. We've been living in that house since I was about 3 years old.
Well, time went on my older brother and his wife had already had their own place (the first time). So one day I was in the restroom getting ready for the day until I heard footsteps. My first thought that it was my brother, being that he still had the key to the house. So I didn't say anything. Then, that's when I realised that I never heard the truck door or the house door open (our house door would slam since it was an iron door). But I ignored that incident.
Some time later the footsteps would come back about two weeks later, but this time it was my mom that heard it. She was too scared to say anything since she thought we would think she's going to lose it. After that we never heard it again.
Until my grandmother moved in about two or three years later, it happened again. But, this time we would hear like children playing with a ball or something like that. Then it happened more often. But when I would hear them I would hear (by the way we all would hear it when we were in restroom only because that was the only room close by that had a door) more than one set of foot steps running down the hall. The next time I heard it I heard them laughing and playing. I never would tell them anything because I knew they were having fun.
Then one day I heard them playing then out of no where I heard them stop and they never came back. That was just weird. The way they just showed up out the blue and left out the blue. Thanks for reading my story.
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