When I was smaller, the attic to my house was used for storage and nothing special, really. I never went up there, hence there was no AC up there, nor a heater. But in the summer or 2005, my attic was redone, and now it is play a room for my sister and I. There are 2 TVs up there, a couch, and one window. There are also 2 closet doors for storage. They stay cold, dark, and dank all year round.
It all started in the attic when I turned off my video game, and the TV started thumping from inside, sounding like a heartbeat. (This still goes on, mind you.) and I just blew this off, and thought nothing of it.
The only next thing that really awakened me was my friend Kim and I were in one of the closets. We just opened the door, and turned on the light; soon after, we were standing on opposite sides of the closet space. We were standing still, and a picture slid off the box it was sitting on and onto the floor, with a loud thump. There were no drafts, no way Kim or me could've made that box or picture settle.
Soon after this, nothing went on for a while. But, one night as I was sitting up on my couch in the living room, I heard what sounded like footsteps running along my furnace in the hallway. I got up, went to walk down the hallway only to find nothing wrong. I turned around and headed for the living room again; however, when I was completely turned around, the attic door slammed and settled. The window was not open, because I rushed up there to check. I saw nothing.
There have been no other particular things going on besides this. And, this house is only 15 years old, built by my stepfather himself. The only other weird encounter I recall is being three years old in my parent's bed, seeing some kind of freaky animal crawling in my hallway, heading towards me. My parents say I was scared that night and that they had to slip the lights on 3 times before I would sleep.