I grew up in Chicago, Illinois, in a house that had 2 apartments in it. My parents, brother and I lived on the top floor. My aunt and uncle lived on the bottom. I always heard noises in that house but always tried to explain them away. One night there alone changed my life forever.
My parents went out to some event and my brother was visiting family in Elgin, IL. I was ok being home alone because I thought my aunt and uncle were downstairs in their apartment. I was still a little bit nervous, so I decided to turn on all the lights in the house because it made me feel more comfortable.
I decided to take a shower before I went to bed. I go in the bathroom, close the door and get in the shower. While I was in there, I thought I was hearing noises, like someone was running back and forth. I assumed my little cousin was downstairs with my aunt and uncle because they babysat him a lot and you could hear him running around sometimes. I continued on with my shower, not giving the noises a second thought.
Out of nowhere this realization came to me. My aunt and uncle were vacationing in Texas that week and I was all alone. I started to panic. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. I was standing by the door to see if I was really hearing these noises. All of a sudden I hear the running, but this time it's coming from outside the bathroom door. I hear it constantly like someone is running back and forth, back and forth. Finally, it stops. I stand at the door for what seems like forever and I hear nothing for awhile. I finally work up the courage to open the door and when I do, I see something that still terrifies me to this day. All the lights were off. Every light that I turned on, was off. The only light that remained on was the bathroom light. I was frozen. I stood there for the longest time trying to figure this out. How is this possible? I ran to my room and hid in my closet until the next morning. My parents had assumed that I went to bed and forgot to turn the bathroom light off. I never told them the story.
We have since moved out of that house but my dad still owns it. People who rent from him call him very often complaining of lights turning on and off, hearing footsteps and other strange noises. I will never go back there and no one can make me.