Recently, I have been really nervous about what is happening in my home.
A bit of backstory:
I have lived at my home for 10 years. I live with my auntie because my parents work abroad.
A few days ago, I was in the bath and I heard footsteps from above, which is the loft. It was like someone walking or pacing above. My first thought was that my auntie was up there, which prompted the thought that I hadn't heard the loft ladder come down.
I got out and dressed myself so I was decent and opened the door, slightly. The loft ladder wasn't down, nor was the loft hatch open. On top of that, my auntie was laughing downstairs. I could still hear the creaking above. I put all my clothes on and ran downstairs.
My first sentence to my auntie was, "I think there's a man in the loft," Which was replied with a lot of laughing. It wasn't horrible laughter because my auntie is very jolly and laughs at random things. So I told her again and she stopped laughing. I guess she saw how serious I was.
She followed me upstairs and we went to the bathroom. I could still hear the creaking, but she debunked it, saying it was the bathwater moving, and causing the creaking. After draining it, the footsteps were still there so my auntie tried to debunk it some more. The last comment really made me think. She joked,
"Well who do you think's up there? The bogeyman?"
That's what made me think about the paranormal.
Later that night, when I was in bed, I heard the creaking again. I tried to debunk it as something because I wanted some sleep. Nothing made that noise, that I could think of. I got up to go and wake my auntie, so she could hear it too. Once in my room, we listened and could hear it.
My auntie theorized that even if there was someone up there, they were wimps for hiding from us and wouldn't have the guts to hurt us. In short, a bad reasoning to calm my mind. It was midnight at this point, and she wanted to go back to bed. Her room is the other side of the house and the loft isn't on top of her ceiling.
The next day, I was doing my homework on my bed. My auntie was at work.
A massive thump came from above. Like it shook the walls. I stared at the loft hatch, waiting for some man to open it and beg for help, because something had fallen on him. Nothing happened for a few minutes, then the creaking and the footsteps started again.
I started to phone the police, because I thought there was someone in my loft. But then I hesitated because there was no way someone could get in my loft. The ladder folds from the bottom up. If you were up there, the ladder couldn't be folded up from the top. That's when I was convinced it was paranormal and you can't get the police to arrest a ghost.
When my auntie got home, I told her what happened and she checked the loft to make sure there was no one there. She tried to convince me it was a dream, but I don't believe her. I'm sure I was fully awake. I was doing question 7 of my maths homework at the time and there's a line where the thump startled me.
I went up there to check nothing was out of place. Nothing had fallen, nothing could've made that noise.
I'm almost entirely sure my loft is haunted.