Due to some eery occurrences, I refuse to sleep in my room. So instead, I sleep in the upstairs living room. I live in a stone-wall farm house built back in 1860. In order to get to the 3rd room (my sister's old room) one must walk through my room. At which, her light switch is in my room before her door. So coming up the stairs you enter the upstairs living room first.
One night, I fell asleep watching TV. Out of nowhere I wake up, facing towards the stair railings. I roll over to see the time is 02:55, so I check phone knowing my friends were out the night before and not knowing if I had any texts from them needing my help. When I finish checking my phone I continue to lay away from the stairs. I am about to fall asleep when I hear deep, heavy, slow footsteps heading down the stairs. At this time, I try to reorient myself. Wondering if I looked at the clock wrong, was I dreaming, what day was it, was my mom up? Then I realized, I was home alone - it indeed was 02:55 - no I am not dreaming, I am well awake. Because I have experience some horrendous things, I thought "Ohh it's just the ghost..." brushed it off. And, of course right before I was about to fall asleep, it dawned on me. I heard 6 footsteps, if one was to count 6 steps up, it is exactly eye level to watching me sleep.
I immediately jumped up, turned the light on and the TV. I did not go see what those footsteps were. The rest of the night was silent...
Now I work the graveyard shift as a nurse. The next night, my parents came home and I had to be at work at 11pm. I get ready like I usually do, of course feeling on edge after what happened earlier that morning. Everything went smooth... Or so I thought.
After getting off work the next morning, I see that I had a miss call from my mom. When I called her, she asked if I had anyone stay the night. Without hesitation I said no and asked why. She proceeded to tell me that my stepdad woke up to someone walking down the stairs and had gone to the bathroom. He didn't think anything of it, until the bathroom door opened, the dining room light turned on. Knowing the light switch is on the opposite wall from the bathroom, he then woke my mom up.
They both listened as they heard the footsteps go through every room, turning every light on. The footsteps then started going down to the basement. My parents then get up to go investigate and to see who is in their house. When they approach the top of the stairs, the footsteps stop... Everything went silent. My stepdad searched the basement anyways. They did not find anyone... Or anything.