My mom and I wanted a new beginning for our lives. So we moved in with my mom's brother, Jeff. Jeff works in the oil rigs and he went to a different state for a couple of weeks.
Before I get into the story, I should tell you that a few years before my Uncle Heath died in a motorcycle accident that killed him instantly.
Anyways, my mom and I lived there for a couple of weeks and everything was totally normal. One night, about 10:30 or so, I was getting a drink of water and I heard the front door open and close hard. (Please note: When you enter the front door there is a little square of tile flooring then the rest of the room is carpet until you hit the kitchen.)
When the door closed, I heard something like work boots on the tile floor. Then I heard somebody walking on the carpet. It was coming my way.
Then I heard the same work boots in the kitchen. I thought it was my Uncle Jeff coming home early. So I went to turn around and I began to say, "Hey Un-" and there was no one there. But I still heard the footsteps. (Note again: The kitchen leads to the laundry room and the back door.)
I stood there frozen. I heard the footsteps go into the laundry room. On the other side of the laundry room is my aunt's master bathroom.
The next day I told my aunt and my mom what happened and my aunt told me that she was laying down in her bed watching TV (her bed faces the shower in her bathroom) and she saw the shower curtain go up. Like, pick up off the floor and up, like someone walking through the shower. She got so freaked out that night, she slept in the living room.
Ever since then, they have been hearing footsteps and chairs are moving. Objects have been moved.
Their dog, Bodie, will bark at nothing. He's the sweetest dog you will have ever known, but when he knows something is not right, he will try and protect his family from anything and anyone he feels is a threat.
Thanks for listening.