So I'm in my house alone bc my dad went out to the garage to smoke some of that good weed and I stayed inside doing homework. It's 6 pm and already pitch black here and I'm in my room with just the light of my phone and my computer and I started hearing footsteps around the house. Then it sounded like a woman was talking upstairs and I'm the only woman in the house bc my mom is at work. Mind you no one is in the house but me and my dad didn't leave the tv on and he took the dogs with him. And just as I was typing this, the voice stopped for a second and I got an overwhelming feeling of dread. And then I hear the voice right outside my door. I was fucking scared, like 2 yr old hiding under the blanket fucking scared. And then my dad came back inside and I paused writing this to tell him about it and he thought I was joking. Like, I was on the verge of tears because of how scared I was and he has the nerve to say I was joking. I hate this fucking house. We've had paranormal experiences before but never footsteps or voices
