It was a hot summer's night and everyone was fast asleep. I was having a nightmare and woke up to get a drink. As I was about to go downstairs I saw my dad walk up the stairs and said "I came home early from work today, so just go back to sleep okay?" at first I went along with it and went to bed thinking that my dad had come home early from his night shift at work. So I just kept on walking back to my room and heard my parents door open then close again, thinking that my dad had walked in. But I was wrong.
The next morning up at 8am the normal time my dad would come home, when the front door opened and stepped in dad. I was shocked at first and asked him "Dad didn't you come home early yesterday?" and he looked at me like I was crazy and said "No, I was at work all night, I'd call if I was going to come home early" then I realized. That when I was walking back to my room I never heard footsteps, or the floorboards creak.
I was scared then, I ran up and looked in my parent's room, and only my mum was there. And that the door had only opened the day before because Of the fan on full. Who was I Talking to? Who talked? Who was that then? Ever since I never left my room at night ever again. Instead I had a drink next to my bed every night. I never had another visit like that again, but heard the occasional creak of floorboards and footsteps and always assumed it was my parents. Assumed. I never checked, just in case I saw whoever that was again. I'd rather live not knowing who it was, than knowing what was there in the first place.