This all happened about 6 years ago.
My mother found out that the house she grew up in was for rent, she was very excited. She asked me to go with her to see what changes had been made to the house, if there were extra rooms built onto the house or something. I didn't think twice about going, I was kind of curious myself, as one of my first memories was about that house. As it turned out, nothing new was built, but the whole house was freshly painted inside and out. It looked like a brand new house except for the old wooden floors. However, the second I walked into that house, I felt unwelcome, as if I walked into the home of my worst enemy.
As we walked back to the car, I told my mother about the feeling I had inside the house, and that I thought the place must be haunted. She said that I was just creeped out because the house was old. She didn't believe in ghosts. Two weeks later, we moved in.
The first few months were quiet, although I felt like I was being watched, and I regularly saw someone in the corner of my eye, walking past the piano. Did I mention that the previous owners left their piano there? As time went by I got used to the goings on in the house, but when my brother moved out, the freaky stuff started happening.
One night, about 2:20a.m, my mother came into my room. She looked a little freaked out, so I asked her what happened, thinking that she just had a nightmare or something. She just told me that I should go sleep with her in her room, she's a bit scared. I then asked her what scared her, and she told me the place is haunted. That hit me full in the face, because she was a skeptic and all of a sudden she believed me. So I went with her to her room, and asked her what happened.
She said that just after 2a.m, she woke up to have a smoke- like she always did (she had this habit of waking up at 2 in the morning just to have a cigarette, and then sleep again.), but just as she switched off her bedside lamp and laid down to sleep again, she heard a terrible scream coming out of my room, into the living room and then a loud bang, and then everything was quiet again. So she thought that one of my friends came over (they always came over whenever they wanted) and tried to wake me up by calling at the window, and I got scared, ran to the living room screaming and knocked over one of her pot plants stands. But she didn't hear any footsteps with the scream. The wooden floors always made loud noises when we walked on it. So she called me, but I didn't answer, and she decided to check if I was okay. That's when my mom came into my room and found me sleeping like a baby. I didn't hear a thing. My mom said she knew it wasn't a dream, she didn't even have time to turn on her side after turning off the lamp before she heard the scream, and it couldn't have been me, because she could hear the scream move like someone was running while screaming, but she didn't hear the footsteps, and it all ended in the living room, where all the other things that happened (which I will tell in later posts) ended too.
One of my friends's slept over one Friday night. As we were about to go to sleep (the lights were off and we were already in bed) she asked me what was hanging from the ceiling in the far corner of the room. I looked over to where she was pointing, but I didn't see anything. She described it as a black shadow, almost in the shape of a person. I honestly thought that she was just messing with me, until my best friend slept over at my house a week later. The same thing happened. We were in bed and she asked me what was hanging in the corner. Almost freaking out, I told her that the other girl saw the same thing, but I couldn't see it. Now, I know they didn't discuss it, because they were huge enemies at the time, they couldn't stand each other. My best friend jumped out of my bed, switched on the light and we fell asleep with the light on.
Can anyone please give me any ideas about why I didn't hear those noises, even though it happened right outside my door and why I couldn't see the shadow figure in the corner?