I'm not too sure what exactly is going on, but since I've noticed it, it has been known as "the ghost" because that's the only explanation I had. Don't say anything nasty if your opinion is different to mine.
It all started when I was nine. My mum, step dad, brother and I had just moved into a new house. It all seemed fine, just another house. My mum got me my first mobile phone. I had a bunk bed and a desk that sat across from it and my phone would be placed on the desk while I slept. One night while trying to fall asleep, I heard my phone beeping away. Assuming my mum was going through my phone, I peaked down to see what she was doing, but no one was there. I climbed down off the bed and looked at my phone, a number had been dialed into it. I cleared it went back to bed.
I realize now that I should have kept the number and tried to figure out why it had been typed into my phone, but I was young, confused and made a mistake.
I really don't remember much about being ten or eleven. But when I was twelve is when I remember things getting worse. At first it was just things here and there being moved to where they shouldn't be. Then things started getting hidden in this creepy chest thing that was in the house. It became a thing after a while, if something important went missing, look in the chest.
When I was thirteen, the footsteps and scratching started. The scratching kept coming from my cupboard (which since the day we moved in, I had a really bad feeling about) The footsteps started off soft, just pacing from the front door, to my bedroom door, to the front door and so on. I remember one night I snuck out to see some friends. I remember being halfway over the fence and looking back at the kitchen window. In the window looking back at me was my mum. Well that's what I like to say anyway, what I really saw (but I've never told anyone in fear of being judged and being called a freak) was my mum, but with no face. It was like a black hole? I don't know how to explain it.
After I turned fourteen the footsteps in the hallway got louder and instead of pacing from the front door to my bedroom door, they would start at the front door, walk to my door, stop, eventually walk to the back door then come back to my door, stop, then continue on and keep doing it for hours.