About a year to a year and a half ago, I lived in a nice sized home in Pennsylvania with my mother, three dogs, cat, iguana, chinese water dragons, and step dad. We decided that it was time for a move. My step dad left us to go to another state and took all our animals but one dog, and most things from the house. My mother, dog, and I were left alone in the house together for seven months.
My mother was sick and and needed surgery, but we didn't have the money so she needed to work as much as possible, so she wasn't home most of the time. One day, I came home from my school at about 2:45 in the afternoon. I picked up the house phone to call my mom to tell her I was home and walked into the kitchen. As the phone rang, I heard loud banging from the basement stairs. My dog starting barking at it and then ran to the back door, pawing it to get out. I heard the noises louder and louder and screamed and ran into the back yard. I hung up the phone and called my friend from down the street to come over because I thought there was someone in our house. Her and I called my mom and talked to her as I investigated the basement, there was nothing. Nothing fell, nothing moved, there were just a bunched of packed boxes.
Over the period of seven months, this occurred every few weeks. At night, my mother and I would hear slamming in the kitchen and steps coming up the stairs. The dog would always wake up and bark too. I think our dog sensed something was wrong. We had a home security system that no one knew the code to so it wasn't anyone breaking into our home. Now that I've moved, everything seems calm most of the time, but someties I still get the feeling someone is there when I'm alone. I wonder what was in my old house.