This story starts out 2 years ago. I was only 16-years-old when this happened. It was around 2 o'clock in the morning.
So there I was in bed with a stomachache. I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I went to the bathroom and I was sitting on the toilet. The house that I was staying at was a 2-story house. Usually at that time my dad would always wake up and would check the house, just to see that everything was good. As soon as I was done using the bathroom I heard footsteps. They came from downstairs, and it was working it's way up. These steps that I was hearing were pretty loud. The steps weren't fast steps working their way up. They were actually very slow steps.
I also heard some noises and screaming from outside of the house. They weren't normal screams; they actually sounded different. So I keep on hearing these steps. They were getting closer and closer. At that minute I actually said very loud, "Dad, is that you?" but my dad didn't answer, so I thought for a few seconds and said, "This isn't my dad, this is actually something else." It kept on getting closer.
By that time I was already scared and I started getting goosebumps. Finally I yelled out, "Bro!" I yelled out "Bro" because my brother was sleeping in his room. He finally answered and said, "What's up?" As soon as he said, "What's up?" the footsteps went away. That was actually the strangest thing because the noises went away as soon as it heard my brother's voice.
The next day I asked my dad about the footsteps, and he actually told me he hadn't gone up stairs.