This encounter happened a few weeks after our first one. My brother william had gone out with friends and my parents were at work so I was alone. I didn't mind it very much. It was getting late so I decided to make myself food and watch tv. While I was watching tv, I heard one of the bedroom doors slam. I had thought it was Will, so I had ignored it.
About fifteen minutes passed and I heard a door slam and lots of chattering. I was trying to watch the show and the noise bothered me so I yelled, "Shut up!" It stopped for a while and then something got thrown. I thought maybe Will was playing soccer in his room again and I turned up the volume. As soon as the volume reached 54, Will came through the door. "Turn it down you can hear it from far away..." I turned off the tv, and noticed that he had been out the whole time. But as I was going downstairs, a book had evidently made its way to the bottom of the staircase. I noticed that the book didn't belong to me and that I had never seen it. I picked it up and William saw that I had it. He grabbed it out of my hand, "Why are you touching my stuff?" I replied, "I'm not, it was on the floor here, someone threw it while I was watching tv..." He gave me a look of disbelief.
After about three weeks William also started to hear chattering, the same chattering that I had heard. Will called me and I ran upstairs to see where it was coming from but it just faded away. I suppose it was coming from Will's room because he said that he heard moving in his closet and someone talking. We made my mom check the closet more than ten times, and we still couldn't find anything.
For at least a week Will slept in my room because he said people were talking in his room. Even now, you can sometimes hear the voices but we don't really know where it is coming from. The only thing that I don't understand is why the book was thrown down the stairs. I guess because the person wanted me to be quiet too. I don't even know.