This was about nine years ago i was 13 years old and had one of my friends over for the night. Me and my father along with my step-mother lived in this really old two storied bungalow. I was always creaped out and did not like to be alone in my fathers bedroom , for some reasson it gave me a sence of being not at ease we all possess this instinct. I would see shadows in my kitchen and see a shrt man in my door way in the living room. You know when you trun your head real quick and think you see something but your not sure if its just your eyes playing a trick on you so I guess there was a sence of uncertainty as to weather or not I had see tese shadows. You see on this night it was not a vision to which scared us little ones but it was the sounds the sounds that we heard that night to which still gives me 22 the shivers. Some times a sound can trigger your imagination or maybe its not just your imagination but maybe just maby its a reenactment of something really horrible that may have happened who knows, but i know what we heard and so does Rene my best friend. We were watching of course the movie scream my father and step mother were around the outher side of the house having some drinks with friends. Rene and I were not even half way threw the movie to which I might add I had seen about 20 times prior to when we heard my fathers bedroom door swinging it was an old door and it creaked with its stale wood I figured nuthing of it Rene was getting freaked out I tried to scare he by telling her that I have seen some weird things in my house when i started hearing what sounded like high heals walking down our staires but our stairs were carpeted and the walking of the heals sounded as if they were walking down hardwood stairs it was loud me and Rene were paralyzed with fear huddled at the outher end of the couch and then we heard the the heals as if turning around running up the stairs and then we heard a thump and the final sound was as if someone was draging something sharp across the floor and up the wall the sound filled the house both me and Rene snaped out of our fear for a moment and ran outside to the neighbors balling our eyes out only to notice Rene had actually peed her pants now thats real fear when you soil your self . Needless to say my father still lives in that house and he tired to say it was just squirls making those sounds, ya ok dad squirls in heals . I still feel as if Im not alone when ever Im in his room Im anxious and uneasy. I imagine that something bad happend in that house maby a long time ago maby a home invasion that could be why the footsteps started down the stairs slow then started running up the stairs maby some one broke in and she was running from them in fear. Who's to say what happened next but that person is still reliving what ever the tragedy it was she indured.