So, I tought this might be a fun story to tell, so i’ll go ahead and tell it.
Back in like 8th or 9th grade, I was home alone one night. I honestly can’t remember where my parents or sister were, but I had set up my gamecube in the basement and I was playing Def Jam fight for new york, not the greatest game, but that’s besides the point. I had just started a new game and was making my character when I heard the door bell ring, and I was a little spooked, but I went to go check it. I paused the game and right when i paused it I heard a series of intense footsteps then they stopped. I was kinda frozen in time, i didn’t run or move but i crept up to the end of the stairwell and I heard them again. So i slowly went to the top and looked from my kitchen into the living room, and saw nothing. I kinda tried to let my adrenaline go down a little and laughed it off. I went back down and unpaused the game. Almost right after unpausing it, i heard them again. I went back upstairs and left the house, haven’t really heard anything like that since and i still live in the house. I was maybe 14 at the time so it’s been about 9 years.
I asked my parents if they had come back home to get something they forgot and they told me no.