When I was a kid I lived in a house where some pretty creepy stuff happened. We would hear footsteps on the stairs almost everyday, but there would be nobody there. Sometimes things would be moved to a different place overnight. Every now and then the lights in a bedroom would mysteriously turn on when we were sleeping. And one night we all woke up to my dad screaming, he swears he woke up and saw a man standing next to the bed looking at him, whether or not he was imagining things, we will never know.