I am teenager but I am about to tell is not a lie or joke, I take ghost/ ghost hunting very seriously. This story gives me chills every time I talk about it, at the time I was fifteen. My room is next to our livingroom, and a little diagonal from the kitchen. So from the right angle I can see into the kitchen from my room.
One morning I woke up with dark still filling my room because of the time only being 5:30am. I needed to use the bathroom but sat on the edge of my bed for for a little to let myself wake up before I stood up.
I still don't know why but I just had the urge to look into the livingroom/kitchen area. I seen a male figure walking back and forth, past the kitchen doorway and into the diningroom. I just sat there in fear that if I moved it would know I was there. Then I realized there was no head attached to the body which wore a blue zip-up hoody and jeans. It continued to wander as I watching, wide-eyed. The scary part was when it started to walk towards my room, I quickly rolled back in bed and, like a little kid, I pulled the cover over my head. Sweat began to form on my head, I was the only one on that floor because my parents' room is on the second floor and my brother was not living with us.
Another story that I think is the same man is the summer between seventh and eighth grade I heard something almost every night. My parents would either be in bed upstairs or my dad would be out of town and my mom in bed, so I dreaded nights because I was alone. I stayed up late, sometimes until I was so exhausted that I would go to sleep right away and not hear any thing. It was always the same place and thing. The kitchen has a door that leads to the basement and also has a door leading to the outside. I would watch TV and hear someone/something slam the outside door and stomp up the steps. Sometimes the locked door knob would jiggle like someone was trying to get in. A few times I thought that someone broke in but this use to happen in the winter also with fresh snow not disturbed by tracks. As I type this I feel like someone's watching me, but usually it's pretty quiet now. I grew not to fear them, they are just people.