Found this cool very old place while scouting around with a friend this past Fall, so of course we pulled over to check it out. We went in and started checking out the ground floor, chatting away while I snapped pictures. My friend was not photographing anything and went ahead of me upstairs while I was making sure I didn't miss anything interesting. Including a petrified puppy......yuch.
I went upstairs and was in the room next to her, we were talking back and forth when I was sure I heard footsteps downstairs. I stopped talking and gave her the "Shut the fuck up" look and pointed downstairs, with both of us quiet the steps were very clear and loud in this small house, then seemed to stop at the bottom of the stairs.
So (of course) the next thing we expected was some pissed off nosy old farmer from down the road, yelling "Hey what are you girls doing in here?" or some such thing. Nope, no noise at all just a few more steps. So now it's pretty creepy, she's not the type to go first haha so I picked up a piece of wood...table leg or something, that was handy in case we had a hostile weirdo down there, and went downstairs, with her following.
Nothing there, no one there....we boot it outside and no one is there either. Then circle the house. There is space around the place so no one had just ran next door, and no car speeding away or anything. I'm not saying what it was or wasn't...I have my own theories...but it happened.
I'd be interested to know if anyone else had anything odd happen here :-)