The House.

I live in a two story house, two bathrooms, one upstairs, one down stairs, an attic, but it's never been opened, a kitchen, a living room, and three bedrooms. Mine, my parents and the guest room.

I was on a walk one night, in the forest.
I heard footsteps.
They were heavy footsteps, like someone was running some something.

I turned on my flashlight and shone it into the wooded area.

Nothing.

I went back inside. I locked the back door and went to bed.

Ever since then, the house hasn't felt the same. It's felt, malicious.