Back in 2005 I had rented out a room in a 2 story home. My 2 roommates were cousins from Palm Springs and they were often gone during the weekends because they would be in PS with their family. (The house was in San Diego). The night I moved in they came to my room to introduce themselves and we got along instantly. After I was done unpacking "J" told me, "hey I don't want to scare you but don't go downstairs in the middle of the night. There's someone down there. This place is haunted". I laughed it off figuring he was just trying to scare me, I didn't believe in stuff like that.
Fast forward to a month later. I had just gotten off work and had a party to go to a couple hours later so I rushed home to get ready.
I was doing my makeup in my room (it was almost sunset) and I heard my roommates walking up the stairs talking. Since I was in a hurry I said loudly "hey guys!" But they didn't respond. I was kind of annoyed because we had had a disagreement days before but I thought we had all gotten over it. Annoyed I finished getting ready about ten minutes later and left the house. I literally stopped dead in my tracks when I saw their cars weren't in the driveway or parked in the street. I called "J" and asked why he had left so quickly. He said "we left yesterday morning we're in Palm Springs until tomorrow."
Needless to say I didn't go back that night. And that wasn't the only creepy thing to happen to me at that house. I got so scared I ended up bringing my cousin to stay with me because I couldn't be there alone when my roommates were out of town.