I remember what was probably the most active night we had.
As the evening grew late, we were watching some TV and we suddenly heard the front gate open. We could hear it scrape across the concrete and we could hear footsteps walking up the porch and to the front door. We waited a minute, expecting someone to knock.
I finally got up and opened the door. Nobody was on the porch and the gate was now closed.
We went to bed at our normal time. Our daughter Ashley was home from college, camping out on the floor in the living room, and sometime in the middle of the night, she woke to the front door (which is always locked up tight for the night), swinging open, banging into the wall behind it.
Not long after that, she awoke once again when the kitchen faucet turned on full blast. After turning it off and laying back down, she heard Steven get up and go into the bathroom. Soon, as Steven came out of the bathroom, she opened her eyes to see him coming out of there, and in the darkness behind him she saw what looked like someone in a hooded sweatshirt follow him out, and into his room behind him.
At that point she covered her head with the blankets and tried to sleep.In the morning, when my wife and I got up, I went in to bathe before work, and my wife sat across the room reading the newspaper.
As I sat in the tub, there was a very loud knock on the bathroom door. I assumed it was one of the kids needing in, so as I looked toward the door I called out and asked what they needed. No answer.
At the same time, on the other side of the door, my wife (assuming also that it was one of the kids) lowered her paper to see who was knocking. Nobody there.
As we were discussing these events a little later that morning, we heard what sounded like footsteps from above us in the attic.