About 6 years ago my family moved into this house. At that time, nothing bad happened. No paranormal stuff, nothing out of the ordinary. So I'll skip to the part all the fun (somewhat scary) stuff happened. Around 4 years ago, I kept loosing my (small) stuffed animals, and small collectables stored on my dresser. My family members were reporting losing stuff as well, such as watches, jewelry, legos, and other things. We didn't know where it all went for a few weeks. Until Mom told me and my sister to clean our room. I decided to clean underneath my bed (because I was sure there was only some dust, maybe a few toys) when I noticed that all mine and the rest of my family members stuff lying there. I thought nothing of it, and told my sister, who told our brother (I think it was only one of them), who told our parents. We all took what was ours, and blamed me for taking it. I told them I never recalled taking them, but I was willing to take the blame. I believe that I (or someone else) had just walked around and took the stuff, or took them to frame me.
But anyways, fast forward another 2 years and me, my mother, and my sister were hanging out in mine (and my sisters) room. Our cat was acting weird, and seemed on edge. We thought it was pretty funny, and thought of it as normal behavior considering she had never been in our room before. I took out my phone and filmed the entire thing. I only stopped filming when our cat left. I replayed the video with the sound on and heard something odd. A voice that belonged to a male. At the time I was filming, my brothers were downstairs and my father was at a store. My brothers were playing a board game, and denied ever coming up there in the last hour or so. I went back into my room and listened through the audio a couple times to figure out what the male voice said. "Are you?" Is what it said for those who are curious. I showed the film to my mother, who said I had edited it. I denied doing that, and had her listen to all the audio effects I had in the single editing app I had at the time.
She still didn't believe me, so I went back into my room and recorded myself asking a bunch of questions, waiting for a response. I listened to the audio and... Nothing. I showed my father the first video when he got back home, but not even he believed me. My siblings did though, since they can tell when I am lying and when I'm not. Ever since that day I have been waiting for something else to happen. Something to prove that I didn't fake the video.