I did promise you guys another story. So here it is. This happened somewhere around 2010.
I just got back from a long day out with my parents. We were home around 8-9. I was the first one to enter the house. I went into my room and closed the door, getting ready for a late night shower. My parent's room is just next to my room, to the left. Then while taking off my clothes, I heard my mum called my name.
So I went to her room, but to find her room door closed, so I thought she was changing or something. "Yes mum?" I shouted from outside. No response. After that my dad asked me "what are you doing?" "Mum called me. She's inside right? "Feeling a little confused already." She's downstairs "I froze. I turned the door knob and the door was locked.
"What? I heard mummy call my name a few minutes ago! "My dad didn't say anything and brushed it off. I just ran into my room, grabbed my clothes, took a shower and went straight to bed.
The next day, I didn't feel satisfied, so I asked my mum, "Did you call my name last night?" Well of course, she said no and asked why. So I explained to her and she brushed it off.
I wasn't actually scared of my house, just being a curious cat. Sometimes I see people dart around the house and feel like someone is watching me. My mum, brother and I are mostly the ones that has encounter with something. My dad is the only one that has never had any experience. Out of all the encounters, I think my brother is the worst for me. I'll post it some other time.