One day, I was with my friends and we decided to go to our best friend's old house because she moved out. It was a very small house, 2 floors, an attic and a living room connected to a bathroom and kitchen. The house had been known to be haunted because a lady died upstairs in the attic in her wheelchair. The house was empty and all the lights were on and everything.
We walked through the door and we were VERY frightened on what we thought was going to happen. I didn't believe in ghosts until after this. I was very young during this. We walked through the living room and then turned to go up into the attic, where my friend's room was (where the old lady had died at). A girl was in front of me and one in back of me too. I was in the middle. As I put my foot on the first step I heard a very strange voice. Not knowing if I actually heard it I turned around. My friend looked back as well, she heard it too! We went up the stairs. There was a little box in the middle of the room. I told my friend to go get it. I tried to scare her, so I yelled loudly. Then we all started going for the stairs and running. The lights where flashing on and off everywhere. There weren't any lights upstairs though! As we ran down the stairs we all fell down at the same time. Bam! right on our butts at the same moment screaming we ran out of the house. The door was closed but we left it open. We never went back, EVER.