One night, a few years ago, my brother Ken and I were talking about a particularly active period of hauntings we were having at our house and since he lived up the block from me, he decided he would come and spend a night on the couch at our house, to see if he could experience any of what we were having happen.
He arrived that night, ready to watch for any strange happenings, and with him was his teenage son Jerid.
Ken positioned himself on the couch so he could face the main hallway, in case the almost nightly footsteps started, and Jerid was off to the side on the loveseat.
Somewhere in the middle of the night, Ken awoke, after hearing a door close rather loudly. He sat himself up enough to see down the hallway, and since there was enough light from the moon coming in the windows, he was able to see well enough to know whether or not someone was up and about.
As he sat there, he heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps as they walked from one hallway, rounded the corner and down the other hallway and the footsteps continued up the stairs. He could hear the feet walking around upstairs for a while and he waited for a while in case anything else happened. Suddenly, he heard the footsteps come back down the stairs, down the hallway toward him and around the corner.
He didn’t see a thing as he stared right at the sound.
Ken asked his son Jerid to get up and look around the corner to see if anyone was there, playing a joke. Jerid came back, noting that nobody was there.
Jerid swore he would never spend another night in our home.
The strangest thing about this all was, for the first time in a long while, my wife and I slept like babies and never heard a thing that night.