This is my first story and it didn't even happen at my house. I love going to my grandmother's house. It feels like my second home. But I'm positive it's haunted. This story happen happened before I was born but my dad told me about it.
It was Christmas and my dad was home alone at my grandmother's house. Everyone else-my mom, grandfather and grandmother- were at church. My aunt was running late.She's always running late. Always. But anyway my dad was watching T.V in the back room. Just to be clear if you're in the back room of my grandmother's house you have to go down a hall way turn left go down a little and then turn right to get to the steps. They would be on your left. And then there was the living room and front door. So my dad was just watching T.V when he heard someone or something run up the steps. He thought it was just my aunt getting something, so he called out "Hey Lizzie! I'm in the back room! Everyone else is at church!" No response. Lizzie is going to stand for my aunt's name. My dad shrugged and thought that maybe Lizzie didn't hear him. But after about ten minutes and she still hadn't come down he went to the bottom of the steps and yelled up that he was here. Still no response.
Later when everyone was home he asked Lizzie if she was at the house. She claimed that she wasn't. She said she went right to church never even passing the house. But my dad knew he heard someone run up the stairs. It was up them not down so nothing could have fallen. And it was loud like footsteps not the house settling.
Then something happened to me. I was at my grandmother's house for a sleepover. My grandmother and grandfather were at church but my aunt was watching me, and my sister and cousin -who were both born on the same day. They left super early and it wasn't until later that we learned my grandfather went to church too. We heard heavy footsteps up stairs. We thought it was just my grandfather. Later when they came home. My aunt gasped and said "You weren't upstairs?" Who was upstairs?
Now you may see a pattern. The owner's of the house weren't there when it happened, they were at church. It was all upstairs- or going upstairs for m dad's sake- and it sounded like someone but turned out not to be. My grandparents just laugh and say "it's the ghost." Or in other words it has been happened before! Is it a ghost? And why?