This experience happened while I was still living at home with my father. We were in this house from 1997 - 2001. Things started off fine, we were both comfortable in the house. Things started happening very slowly but picked up a very fast pace. It all started when I would be home alone, downstairs watching tv when I would hear the side door close and foot steps walking from the kitchen down the hall to my dads room. Thinking that maybe my dad had come home from lunch, I would mosey upstairs to greet him only to find the driveway vacant of any car and no one in the house.
I will also mention that my sister was living with my mom at the time and would spend Wed nights and every other weekend with my dad. We both had our own room. After the whole foot step thing started taking place my dad would make a random comment to me like, "thanks for making your sisters bed..." To which I would tell him that I never did make it. My sister is a slob and would leave for school not even touching her room.
On other occasions my dad would ask what I was doing in my sisters room because the sheets would be pulled back. Heck, why would I be in there when I had my own room?
Here is where it starts to get even more interesting... My dad works for a big company and sometimes has to travel out of state. Well, this time he was about to head to California for a week. To my surprise, he allowed me to stay at the house alone (I was 16 or 17). While my dad was gone, things started to get very weird. My buddy from up the street would stay at my place because we would often get in late.
One night during that week, we were sitting at the table talking before heading to a friends when he seemed transfixed on something. I asked him what he was looking at and he said that he kept seeing two balls of light whirling around the kitchen then shoot into the wall (orbs). We decided to head out after that.
Well, upon returning home a few hours later, pulling into the driveway we both froze and looked at each other. Every light was on in the house as well as every ceiling fan.
Jumping forward to the end of that week home alone. My dad gets home and asks me why I was in his room while he gone. I hadn't been and honestly, I thought he would have locked his door since it was shut and I had no reason to even go in there. The reason why he asked me this was because he had bought a pair of shoes and hadn't even taken them out of the box, just threw 'em in his closet. When he got home and went to his room, the shoes were not only out of the box but were laced up at the foot of his bed.
One day I was up the street at my friends and we got to talking about all of this in front of his mom and their elderly neighbor who often came over. Well, this woman who had lived in the neighborhood told me reluctantly that a few years back, a family living their which was comprised of a woman, her husband and daughter lived there. Apparently the woman had some mental issues. One day the father came home from work (this next part is graphic) to find his wife in the closet, with a dry cleaning bag wrapped around her head. She was dead when he arrived there.
I was of course a bit freaked by this news but figured as much that this was the explanation as to what was going on in the house. Never once did I feel threatened in the house except for twice.
One night I was laying in bed watching tv when all of a sudden there was this banging sound. It started on my dresser and made its way all the way around the room and stopped by my head. At that point, right in my ear, a deep animalistic breathing, almost growling sound started happening. I said a prayer and asked to be protected by the white light and it stopped.
This happened once more downstairs while I was at the computer. That deep animalistic breathing sound coming from outside the comp room in the basement. I was using AOL Instant Messenger talking to my friend up the road. I told him what had just happened on there because I was so freaked. Then it happened again! Right behind my head. At that point I jumped up, ran upstairs, out the door and straight to my buddies.
When I got there he opened the door with a puzzled look on his face. He asked me how I had gotten to his house so fast after just typing to him. He showed me the instant message that read from me, "nah man, I'm just messing with you, everything's cool..." I never typed that! That is my story. There are definitely more to follow. Thanks for your time.