The paranormal events later escalated from footsteps and voices to seeing shadows and having objects move around.
Both my sisters would wake up in the middle of the night, hold hands, and walk around the house to make sure every door was locked so no intruders would come in. They told me sometimes they saw shadows of kids running up and down the hall and that they would giggle but since they were too scared to call out for anyone that they just pulled the covers over themselves. It eventually got to the point to where they would bunk together on the same twin bed out of fear.
My bedroom door began to turn on its own every once in a while and I would hear knocking on my bedroom window at night. Disembodied voices were heard more on an hourly basis. The creaking I mentioned in Harris Street Part 1 escalated in volume. You would hear the creaking begin really loud on one end of the house and make its way to the other side and this occurred more frequently throughout the day. It just sounded uglier than before and even more frightening, in a way, it was as if the house was alive.
Once, J was awake in the middle of the night playing Guitar Hero, and out of nowhere he said he heard a demonic laughter coming from the closet. He bolted out of his room crying and slept with my mom that night and in my room from then on.
On another occasion, we were all in my room one night watching movies and hanging out A, J, Val, V, and me. My mom was asleep and my dad was at work. My mom woke up to check on us and she headed to A's room first. She felt his head and felt his long hair and went to see the rest of us in my room. When she walked in to see A in the room with us she looked confused and went back into my brother's room and turned on the light. She came back and told us she touched something's head but it obviously wasn't my brother if he was in my room.
Anytime we told my Dad what would happen he kind of brushed it off since nothing ever happened to him. Well one day I was talking with him in the kitchen while eating my sister's cheesecake and I saw what I thought was A in the hallway, he was standing but had his head hung down. "A!" I called. "A! What are you doing!?" He didn't answer, so I tried to be annoying to get his attention by repeatedly calling out his name. "A!" "A!" "A!" "A!" Since my attempt failed my Dad turned to look at him, and as he did, this thing didn't walk, it glided into my parent's room. My dad didn't even hesitate; he jumped over the couch and chased after it. He turned on his bedroom light to find nothing, he checked his closet and bathroom as well and found nothing, and then he walked into A's room to see A playing video games with J. We gave each other the "Did you see that?!" look. It was truly horrifying.
One night as we were all getting ready to sleep we were all laying in my room, J, Val, and V were all bunking with me, we all occasionally took turns sleeping with my mom when my Dad was away and A was in his room. I heard my mom cry out "Babe, there's someone looking through the window!" My dad grabbed a bat and ran to the back door, to find the dog asleep and no one there. My mom described the man looking inside to be a hooded figure with a pale white face just staring through the window.
On another night, my mom was asleep on the couch. She said that she heard footsteps and drawers opening in the kitchen and rummaging around. She asked who was there but no one replied, but she continued to hear drawers opening and footsteps. After she heard the fridge open she looked in the reflection of the TV to see who was in the kitchen since she was tired. She saw the figure of a little girl looking inside the fridge. "V, what are you looking for?" she asked, thinking it was my sister. She said that the girl looked at her through the reflection of the TV and disappeared, and then the fridge closed.