This really freaked me out the night it happened and still does when I think about it 7 years later. When I was a teen I lived with my dad but stayed with my mum a couple of nights a week. When I was there we would be more like sisters or friends, act silly have drinks watch films and so on...
One night when we had had a few drinks it was just us and my younger brother in the house (he was only about 3 then and he was in bed), my step dad was out. It was raining and thundering outside and it was affecting the tv so we decided to put music on instead. After about half hour of listening to music things started getting weird. First the volume would change on the stereo we just laughed it off, put it down to the fact that we had been drinking and the storm outside and tried to ignore it. Then the room started to smell like a bonfire which was werid considering the weather outside it would have been impossible for anybody to start a fire in that rain.
After about an hour we had the tv back on and thought everything was back to normal the smell had gone and the tv and stereo were both fine. Then we heard what we thought was my brother running around upstairs. I was worried I'd left the safety gate open in his room when I put him to bed and that he would try coming down the stairs on his own (remember he was only 3 so could have gotten seriously hurt if he did try) so I went up to check on him and get him back to sleep. When I went up there he was in his bed asleep!
This freaked me out a little bit so I went and told my mum. When I did she told me he couldn't be because she had heard me talking to him and heard him run into his room.
By this point we were getting scared and we started hearing tapping on the walls. It sounded like somebody was hitting the wall with a pencil. This carried on for the rest of the night until we went to bed.
When we went up to bed I had the biggest shock. As I went to check again on my brother before I got into bed I saw a little boy of about my brothers age sitting on the toy box at the end of my brother's bed. I called for my mum to come and look but by the time she got there he was gone.
This experience has stuck in my mind since that night, and I have a lot more to tell from that house (which she still lives in).
Thank you for reading, comments are welcome and sorry if the story was long x