This happened a few years back. I was 10 then. At night I slept in my own bedroom, by that time I got a new bed and was able to sleep in my own room. My room, my brother and sister rooms are very close to each other. Our rooms were in a small hallway. The laundry room was in front of mine. When facing from the inside of my room the laundry room is right there in front and to the left is the bathroom. On the left the small hallway makes a turn. When you make the turn, straight ahead is my sister's room and to the left is my brother's room.
I was sleeping peacefully throughout the night, but I suddenly woke up. I don't know what woke me up but I read the clock on my nightstand and it read 12:45.I keep my room door open since my dad always yelled at me for keepi ng it open. I was thinking what woke me up and decided to lie back down. Right when I was going to close my eyes I heard someone walking in the hallway. At first I thought it was my brother since he likes to eat midnight snacks. I turned and saw no one, but I could still hear the footsteps. I was freaked out but I decided to check what it was.
I hoped it was not a burglar. I grabbed a book or something just in case it was someone that was inside my home. I carefully got off my bed and cautiously walked outside my room. Then the footsteps stopped. I looked to the left and right and no one was there. I looked inside the bathroom and nothing. I decided to check my brother's room and he was in a deep sleep. So it was not him walking. After that I checked my sister's room and she too was in a deep sleep. I then decided to check the whole house. I raised my weapon up in case something attacked me.
I checked inside my garage and still nothing. By this time my heart was beating fast and I just wanted to go back to my room, but I couldn't. All I could think of is seeing if my family was safe. I checked my parent's room and they were asleep. I checked the whole house and nothing. I sighed in relief and started walking towards my room. Then I heard the footsteps again, but this time it sounded a lot louder and behind me. I freaked and turned around getting ready to attack, but there was no one. I then ran to my room and hid underneath my covers. I looked out but there was nothing there.
I stayed awake until 2 in the morning and fell asleep. In the morning when my family and I were eating breakfast, my mom asked me what was wrong because I had dark circles underneath my eyes. I told them what happened that night and they were surprised. They told me that they did not hear anything and told me that it won't happen again.
They were wrong because it happened again later that night at the same time. Again it was no one. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't. So I quickly ran to my sister's room and woke her up. I asked her if she could hear the footsteps walking and she said she did not. I slept in her room and in the morning I told them again what had happened and they decided to bless the house. When we got the house blessed the footsteps stopped.