One day, I was home alone with my little cousin, Colleen, while her mom was at the store. I hadn't showered that day, so I told her I was going to take a shower and that I'd be back in 30 minutes. About 10 minutes into my shower, Colleen came bursting through the door, crying hysterically. She said that she had been watching T.V when the walls started to talk to her. I asked her what they had said and she replied, "They called you a bitch." Now, Colleen had never heard vulgar language before, as we never swore in front of her, so I was a little shocked. I put on a towel, went downstairs, and hit the wall. "Bad wall," I said as I "spanked" the wall. "Now what are they saying," I asked her. "Now they're laughing at you ... ".
Since then I have moved out of that house and my sister currently lives there. She hasn't heard or seen anything weird, but I still refuse to go back in that house.