When I was in 3rd grade my mom and I lived with my grandma in her old Millhouse. This thing was built in the 30s and they had bought it through the mill my late grandpa worked at. I had tons of minor spooky things happen, but three that stand out and I still remember today.

One night, I was laying in my bed trying to go to sleep. It was completely dark in the house and my bedroom door was open, i could see out of my door and through the central connecting room/hallway into the kitchen where the only light existed in the form of starlight out the kitchen windows. I'm trying to go to bed when I hear these heavy and quick booming footsteps starting in the kitchen and end at my bedroom door. This couldn't have been my mom because she was maybe 130lbs soaking wet and definitely wasn't my grandma because she had bad knees that loudly clicked when she walked. I remember holding my breath and staring into the doorway for what seemed like an eternity until I worked up the courage to get out of bed and take a look around. I peaked into the other rooms and saw my mom and grandma both asleep.

The next happened when I was very sick and home from school with strep throat and was laying in bed. I closed my eyes started to doze off when I heard someone walk into my room and sit on the edge of my bed. They started whispering what sounded like a prayer and I thought it was my mom. I felt them sorta touch me on the cheek and forehead like they were checking my temperature. Then the realization came to me when that this couldn't be my mom because she was at work. I opened my eyes and no one was there. I got up and went into my grandma's rooms and there she was dozed off in her t.v chair.

The final story involved me sleeping in a recliner opposite my mom who was on the couch. The previous stories and other spooky shit made it where I couldn't sleep well in my bedroom any more. I woke up to some disturbance, the only light being the porch light coming through the blinds of the window right beside me. I look at the window and I see shadows on the blinds and hear footsteps of people walking on our porch. I start silently freaking out when I hear them try the front door. At this point I'm trying to whisper/scream to my mom on the couch but can't wake her. After what has to be about 30 minutes I hear them for the last time. In the morning my mom wakes me up to tell me our car had been broken into and I fill her in on the rest.