I live in Canada, in the north part of Toronto. It's pretty much quiet and not as hectic as the downtown area. My neighbourhood is also very quiet, as I live on a closed street (has no exit). I have lived in this house for 4 years now, and before renting it the owner told us her mother passed away in her sleep in the master bedroom. Since I am very skeptical of ghosts and all things paranormal, I decided to not think about it too much.
Nothing weird has ever happened, besides the usual eerie feelings I get when home alone and the bathroom door is wide open and dark- the usual. Other than that I've never heard or seen anything, until today. It was insanely humid today, and I was out getting groceries, and took my dog to get a haircut. I got home at around 5 with a bad migraine, so I decided to lay down for a bit. I was not home alone as my brother and sister were visiting and were downstairs.
My room isn't very big- it has the basic things a room has. On one corner I have my bed, and opposite of the bed I have a big wardrobe. The classic white ones from ikea, nothing special. On top of the wardrobe, on the ceiling, there is a small opening that leads to the attic. It's not exactly a door, because in order to get in the attic you need to push up on the plank and move it to the side. Now, this usually doesn't bother me but there have been countless nights where I get paranoid and wonder if there is anyone or anything living up there- mostly because nobody has EVER been in the attic.
My brother took a look inside of it one day but never fully went in. He just said it was dark and had pipes travelling on the walls, which was expected for an attic. I've seen plenty of stories of people finding homeless people living in the attics or basement of their homes, and the thought came into my mind every once in a while. And that's why this experience scared me so much.
Back to the story, I lay in my room with my dog (a small poodle) beside me. She is very frisky and will bark at anyone she doesn't recognize. I tried to fall asleep as my siblings talked loudly downstairs- and that's when my dog started to growl. I sat up, thinking maybe she was just hearing voices from downstairs and saw her staring at the wardrobe. My heart dropped and I panicked, subconsciously trying to think of anything but a person being in there. I reached out to my nightstand and turned my fan off, and heard what sounded like whispering. Except it sounded weird, as if somebody was mumbling. I made sure it wasn't my phone and I heard both my siblings downstairs so I knew it couldn't be any of those. I sat there staring at the wardrobe as my dog, still laying down on the bed stared and barked at... Well, I don't know. Something in the wardrobe.
Now this next part I'm not very sure even happened, because it could've very well been my eyes playing tricks on me. But in between the doors of the wardrobe, between the thin crack I saw the slightest movement of something. And that's when I screamed my brothers name and yelled at him to come upstairs. I told him to check the wardrobe, afraid of seeing a stranger in there. Even more horrifying, he flung the doors open to find nothing. This has never happened to me- I've been analyzing it over and over in my head and can't seem to think of any possible explanation. I just know I won't be sleeping in that room for a while now.