Last fall a few weeks before Halloween, I believe, I was at home alone with the girls. Mr Swan was working a double shift. It was around 11 pm and I was watching Little House on the Prarie (I should probably learn how to spell it though).
The unlocked side door opened and closed. It was not a windy night, rather still for fall. I thought Mr Swan got off work early. Someone walked down the stairs to the basement. The walking was not like shoes clapping on floors, it was the cadenced movement of steps creaking the floor. I looked around the corner from where I was sitting in my kitchen and waited for him to come back up. The footsteps came back up the stairs and by then I realized it was not him. I was thinking there was an intruder or something and wanted to go into the kitchen to get my phone but the footsteps were heading right back there. I stayed where I was wracking my brain what to do. The footsteps got to the kitchen...I didn't see anyone but could hear the kitchen floor squeaking as if someone was walking around. The footsteps came into the hallway of the living room where I was, then dissappeared.
Finally realizing that no one was there, I got up looked around and tried rationalizing away. Simple really: It was not the house doing old house things, it has never ever done that before or again. Although other things have happened. The house was not creaking due to wind, old age or settling, because I have lived here now for 7 years and know what that sounds like. It was, as I said, a cadenced movement and then it was just gone.
No, I wasn't drinking at all that night. No, I was not half asleep. No, I hadn't been using drugs. No, it wasn't something that I imagined, I was ready to call the police had my phone been by me. No, it wasn't my imagination being stoked by scary movies or the like, as I said I was watching Little House.