The is my first post here on this site.
My name is Dan, and I am 18 years old. My story begins with me home alone on a Wednesday night. My parents usually go out so I'm used to being home alone.
I remember I was watching TV when I heard the distinct sounds of someone walking through the hallway upstairs (I was in my basement at the time). I literally stopped breathing when I heard them, because I would have heard if my parents had come home, and besides they just left. I have no pets either so could not account for the footsteps.
I turned off the television, and slowly walked upstairs. At this point there was still someone there. It was as if someone was walking back and forth through the hallway. As I reached the top of the basement steps, I quickly jumped out to see if anyone was there. There was no one there. But I stopped again, because the hallway was very cold I had been up there a while ago and it was warm.
I believe in ghosts, so I immediately jumped to that conclusion. I was really freaked, so I went back downstairs, and as soon as I lay back on the couch, I heard them again, but this time I stayed lying on the couch, turned up the volume on the television. Eventually they stopped, and I was relieved.