When I was about 15 we moved into a Mobile home. The town was nice and quiet. The house gave off some creepy vibes. My room was an added section of the house and it had a small set of stairs that creaked when you stepped on them. The room was full of some wooden carvings hanging on the wall (that should've been a red flag)
My first paranormal encounter was hearing footsteps outside my window when no one was around.
One night my parents were out with my sister and my brother (who was about 7-8) and I were on bed. My brother was sleeping and I was laying on the bed awake next to him trying to sleep. I clearly hear the front door open and footsteps walking towards the room. I hear the steps creak, I could feel someone's eyes on me. I froze and pretended to be asleep. Finally I hear the steps creak again and the footsteps walking back to the front door. I hear it open and close once more.
I lay there for a few minutes before I get the courage to get up and check the door. It was locked because I remember locking it before I went to bed. To this day I have no clue who or what that was.
