When I was in third grade, our family consisted of four people: my mom, my dad, my sister, and myself. We moved into a house in the end of the year, middle of the school year. This house was great, a ranch style home with a basement. There have been some strange occurrences, which mainly happened to my mom, sister and me. Not so much for my dad and my youngest sister (who was born a couple years later). My dad has trouble believing us on our stories.
The first thing I recall happening was on my birthday, and I recall I was around third or fourth grade. I had my best friend at the time over for a sleepover. Things went pretty normal during that day; we played and did all the normal thing kids our age did. My parents threw me a birthday party and just all around enjoyed our day. It was getting late and my parents let us watch a movie before bed. We had our sleeping bags rolled out in the living room because it is bigger than my bedroom.
It was time for bed so we turned the lights out and went into our sleeping bags. We were laying for maybe an hour or so until we started to hear voices. It sounded like many people talking, like at a party or an event. It was coming from the stairs leading to the basement, and it was quite loud. We couldn't make out what was actually being said but it clearly sounded like many people were talking at once. Then the talking stopped abruptly.
At this point, my friend and I were freaking out. After a while of quiet nothing, we could hear footsteps in the kitchen. There is a window in the wall where you can see the kitchen through there from the living room, and the kitchen has hardwood floors. The footsteps were loud, like it was someone heavy. We reluctantly looked up through the window and saw a man walking. He was tall and had dark hair; I couldn't make out what he was wearing. After he walked through the kitchen, he seemed to have disappeared. We could not find him when we looked. We were very scared but finally, after what seemed like hours of lying down, we finally went to sleep. While this entire thing happened, we were not talking at all.
The next morning after, we woke up and told my mom everything we heard and saw. She told us she heard voices that last night and thought it was us. She even said she came out and yelled at us to be quiet, though we knew we were not talking at all. Neither of us heard my mom yelling at us to be quiet and my mom even thought it was weird that we didn't move at all when she was yelling. My mom did believe us though, as she has experienced paranormal things throughout her life.
I still know my old best friend and still talk to him, and to this day he also remembers what we experienced that night.
This was the first time I have ever seen and heard anything paranormal, and there are many more things that happened in my parents' house.
Go ahead and leave some comments, I want to know what you all think of my experience. I will publish more on here about some of the other things that happened there. Thanks for reading!