In March of this year, my friend and I were in my basement relaxing. I sat my phone down, stood up and came back to find it gone. I'm sure you're thinking, "maybe your friend has it" but he was nowhere near my phone when I moved and I hadn't gone further than two feet.
Later, we go to my old elementary school and take pictures on my camera then ride to Wendy's (drive thru). I'm 100% sure I had my camera in my jacket pocket because I can recall being annoyed by how uncomfortable it was in my pocket. We return to my house, go back to the basement and settle down. I take my jacket off, eat and then decide I want to upload the pictures... Only to find out my camera is now missing too. We searched the house up and down, in and out and even in my car... But found nothing. We didn't even hear my phone vibrating while calling it, so after two days of searching, we quit and hoped it would return later (months later, neither items have been found).
That same night, we decided to turn off all the lights and sit in the dark. My basement has a history of paranormal activity and items going missing, so I wasn't too surprised, more-so annoyed. My friend asked a few questions but we never heard a response... Only odd noises and the sounds of someone walking around upstairs; the usual. We listen in silence and eventually go to different parts of the house to 'investigate'. He heard footsteps loud and clear walking towards him, while I heard the sound of a small creature running around the corner when I exited the bathroom upstairs, which I find rather interesting because a few years back, one night while walking home, I clearly saw a wolf by my mail box, seemingly growling at me. My feet and my heart stopped, I blinked and it disappeared. A few nights later, while exiting the kitchen, I step out to see another but smaller wolf staring at me from the beginning of the hallway. It slowly faded away.
We return to the basement and begin sharing spiritual stories. He ended up falling asleep on the couch before me, so I lay in the dark, listening to whispering voices speaking in the backroom that gives off the strongest feeling of a presence (also where the footsteps came from). The walking upstairs continued but the oddest thing happened around 4 a.m.
While laying on the couch in the dark, I heard a rumbling noise in the house and slightly felt it vibrating. I almost shrugged it off as a loud junk car passing by, but realized how close it sounded and felt, and also how empty the roads were outside my house. The rumbling stopped and then finally, I heard something that resembled extremely strong winds blowing - - inside the house, upstairs.
For quite some time now, I've noticed a shift in the feeling the house gives. Previously, I only sensed the presence of maybe two spirits, harmless at the most. But as time went on, I literally felt as if more malicious and playful (annoying) spirits found their way into my house. They've always seemed to prey on me, especially when I was alone. Whenever I mention this to people, they come to the conclusion that they're following me... Which I've also come to believe, judging by the events that have occurred in my life.
A few days later, my parents tell me my phone is no longer going straight to voicemail, it rang as it normally would. But I knew its battery was beyond dead. My Mother also tells me she heard my phone ringing and making noises upstairs... But I reminded her that it was on vibrate, it would've been dead by then and I last had it in the basement. So I even check for any activity on my phone; nothing. I just want my stuff back.