The following report was sent into our website by Jill on Oct 16, 2012:
“This happened a long time ago, when TV remotes were not around… I was the youngest of my siblings and after school I would rush home to watch cartoons. So I was often home alone, as my Dad worked and did not get home until about 6pm, and my older sibling would hang out after school. On this particular day I settled into my favorite chair after I switched the TV on.
Now I must try to describe the lay out of my house. It was a two story house, our bedrooms were up stairs. The main floor was the kitchen leading into the livingroom, and off to the side was the bathroom. The stairway up to the second floor was located in the livingroom. It had a wall on each side, so only the last few steps where visible. Our TV was at the far end from where the stairs ended. Where I was sitting I could easily see the last few stairs.
Now as I sat and watched my cartoons, I heard footsteps coming from a bedroom. I was a little curious as to who beat me home, but I thought nothing of it and continued watching TV. I then heard the banister creak as if someone had grabbed it as they made their way down the stairs. I was listening and waiting as the footsteps continued down to the last step. I sat there confused staring at the last step, my mind was saying where is the person…Shouldn’t I be seeing someone by now… Then it’s hard to explain but it was like all of a sudden my mind came awake and made sense of what I was seeing and it screamed GET OUTTA THE HOUSE! THIS ISN’T RIGHT! I quickly got up and ran out of the house.
I was so scared, I didn’t want to go back into the house. I had no idea what just happened, or what I had experienced. I waited for a while hoping one of my sibling would come home but they didn’t. I had to go back in to turn the TV off as my Dad would get very angry if the TV was on and no one was watching it. So, I went back inside. I held my breath and I quickly turned the TV off, almost pushing it off the desk and ran out of the house and stayed out until some one got home.
This house I grew up in, has given me many more stories to tell…”