I've been reading the stories for quite some time now, just thought I share some of my many experiences...
About 15 years ago, our old house we use to live in was a abandoned broke down house, it was a mess in there and we use to rent a house a few houses away from that abandoned house so my dad and uncle decided to just to fix up that abandoned house for us to live in. The city didn't know until 4 years later and forced my dad to pay $4,000 to city for the house which was a steal for us. Knowing the fact that it use to be a abandoned house was scary already but the first 5 years seems to be ok and then one night my parents went over to my grandma house for a ua neeb and wasn't gonna be home til late so I had to sleep with my lil bro which was only about 6 months old and I was only 14 in my parents bed until they get home. It was probably around 10pm and I had just laid in my parents bed with my lil bro for about 5 minutes when the bed started shaking, i got scared and held on to my lil bro. This was going for a few minutes so I was like "F it! I opened my eyes to face it but it stopped. I was scared but still tried to go to sleep and about 15 minutes later, it started again, this time it was shaking more violently but about a minute into it, my sister woke up to go use the bathroom and she turned on the hallway light to the bathroom and it stopped. I grabbed my lil bro and turned on all the lights in the house and waited for my parents, I told them what happened but they kinda brushed it off.
A few weeks later, my cousin came and slept over, we were up playing video games kinda late and I slept upstairs and our upstairs was pretty open, my room didn't have a door, it was more of a living room upstairs then right when we went to bed, turned off the lights, we heard footsteps walking right outside of my room, our floor upstairs was this old hardwood floor and it was walking all around upstairs except in my room and then suddenly it walked and stopped in front of my room, a few seconds later, it walked away but my cousin stomach growled and the footstep "RAN" and stopped in front of the room and minutes passed, we didn't hear the footstep walking away so I got up and turned on the light and we looked and it was nothing, we slept with the light on all night and I slept with the light on ever since that day in that house.
Months later, my uncle came and lived with us so he took my room and I slept in the open upstairs, I was still scared and still slept with the light on but this time was just a little lamp. This one night I heard the footsteps again but I was facing the wall so after a few minutes of hearing the footsteps, I decided to open my eyes and look at the wall and I can see the shadow of whatever walking around on the wall, it had a weird deform shadow and everytime it walked away, the shadow will disappear but as it got close, the shadow was getting bigger and bigger, I somehow managed to fall asleep and still my parents brushed it off. A few days later, me and my sister was home alone and one of my uncle's friend came over to drop off one of the cd he borrowed from my uncle, since my uncle wasn't home, I went upstairs to drop the cd in his room and right when I walked out of the room, I heard this loud footstep, sounded like someone stomping and it was chasing me, it was loud as hell, so I ran as fast as I could and we have like 12 steps down, I think I jumped off after like the first few steps, screamed for my sister and we just waited outside for my parents to come home.
Years later, I remember my dad asked me to not go anywhere because we're moving, just like that, I assume they were experiencing some stuff too to move out of the blue, we sold the house for cheap too so some hmong peeps bought it the same day we were moving, it was a nice big house too but months later, they called and said that they woke up to dishes everywhere and cabinets opened and if we experience anything like that, my dad lied and said, "no", last I heard they didn't stay long either and sold the house. There was more to it, the first 3 nights at our new house, this new house was in a different part of town, a nicer city and neighborhood, compare to the first one. I was getting a new bed but wasn't delivered yet so I was sleeping with my lil bro in his room for the first 3 nights and the first night I heard the footsteps in the hallway and it was trying to open the door to the room and seems like it was trying to open my sister's door too, u can hear the door knob twisting and turning but somehow it couldn't turn it all the way, the same thing happened the next night and my mom was working 2nd shift so she don't get home late and my dad was a heavy sleeper so he never hear anything but on the 3rd day, I asked my sisters if they hear what I heard and they did too so we told my dad and by 10pm, he yelled out that we're going to sleep, lights were off and he was laying with me and bros in our room to listen and within 5 minutes, the footsteps started but this time it didn't try to open the door. My dad got up and say it was the hardwood flooring but we all know what it was but my mom was a shaman so she did this thing and put some of these stuff on every door in the house and it stopped and nothing happened ever since. I still have alot more to share...