About five years ago my family and I moved into a 179 year old victorian house. When we got there the house was a huge wreck because nobody had lived there for 10 years. The previous owners were librarians that used to foster ungodly amounts of animals including dogs cats and birds and because of this every single door in the house has scratch marks all the way up to the top of the door frames. But we needed the house because it was the only one we could get with 64 acres of land to hold all of our horses.
About a year after moving in we started noticing a few things that weren't exactly normal. We all thought we were being watched almost all the time and we almost never went into the attic because of the flies. In september there would be thousands of flies that would cluster around a few of the windows (it looked like a scene out of the Amityville Horror), but it just started getting creepier.
We eventually hired a maid Gorgie (fake name) to clean our house. On her first day she was cleaning my step dad's office when she stopped to tell my mom that she felt a powerful energy in that area. She told my mom but she didn't really think that much about it, but at this point we didn't know that much about the history of the house. But then the footsteps started.
One afternoon, I was at school and my mom was home alone doing the dishes. She had the radio on very quietly and our cat was sitting right next to her. THUMP THUMP THUMP! Was coming down the stairs to the right of her. My mom grabbed her purse and cell phone and ran outside to call the police. The police came and found nobody in the house.
3 or 4 years ago I was home babysitting my little brother. Now my mom didn't tell me anything about what had happened on the stairs that day so I had no idea what was coming It was about 10:30 and I was watching some stupid show when our new dog started growling. She was just growling and then THUMP THUMP THUMP! Came from the stairs. My little brother was in the bathroom so he couldn't hear it but I went in the bathroom grabbed him and ran outside to our neighbors house. I have always had an interest in the supernatural and always will but that scared me especially because I thought is was a person that broke into our house. So our neighbors kindly came over to my house to look around and they didn't find anyone of course.
The footsteps stopped for 2 years after that but we found something out about the history of our house. One day in the winter a pipe burst in our back kitchen so we called a plumber to come fix it. He came over and told us he used to know the people that used to live here before the librarians lived in the house. They were two brothers. One day while they were working out in the fields one of the brothers said he was too cold and went inside. About an hour later the other brother came back inside and found his other brother frozen to death on the floor at the front of the back kitchen where our maid said she felt some kind of energy. And the very next day our maid came back and while she was cleaning my room she said she felt that energy again right in my doorway (which is about right above where the brother died).
Last year a few of our cabinet doors in our kitchen fell off because of how old the hinges were so we called a friend who could fix them. When he came over he said he thought the house was amazing and wanted a tour. When my mom brought him over to the basement door (right below the staircase where we hear the footsteps) he stopped and said he didn't want to go anywhere near that place.
Well the year passed without anything happening except for finding little gnats flying around the hinges of the door where the brother died and nowhere else at all in the house. But earlier this year the footsteps started again. My mom, little brother, and I just came back from a horse show in Pennsylvania. We got out of the car and before we went into the house we decided to tend to all of the animals on the farm first. When we finished we started bringing our bags inside. I went in first and noticed that none of our cats came down to greet us like usual when we leave. I went back outside to get more bags from our car. When we got all of the bags inside of the house we sat at the table in the kitchen. I was about to get up to do something when my mom said shush! THUMP THUMP THUMP! We ran out of the house and called the police again. When they came they did a search of the house but found no one there and none of our stuff was missing.
We started to realize there was something in the house but we weren't exactly sure what it was. But the footsteps continued. 2 months ago I was baby sitting my little brother again when THUMP THUMP THUMP! Came down the stairs I knew there was nobody in the house but then I saw the side door was open leading strait to the back stairs where a thief could get in almost completely unnoticed. I once again grabbed my little brother and ran to my neighbors house when they once again searched my house and found nothing and they once again went home and left me to be disbelieved by my step dad but slightly believed by my mom. So that is the story of my house so far. I would just like some answers like is this some kind of mass hysteria in my family or is something really happening.