the one thing that got me the most was in that house and it was shortly before we move to another house. i was upstairs in my room on a weekend, moms had took my little brother and went to visit my granny (grandma for those that used such names) my sister was out running the streets and dad was off at work again. i was in my room reading and i heard the footsteps downstairs first i heard them walking around in the kitchen (my room was above the kitchen) then i listened as they walked to the front of the house and began up the stairs. this was about the time that dad would come in for lunch (3am) so i thought it was him. the footsteps slowly began climbing the stairs (same heavy soled shoes) and i heard them coming down the hall. since my room was the second to last door at the end of the hall i thought dad was coming to use the restroom. i decided to surpruse him as he walked past my room. i wait til the footsteps get in front of my door and i jerked the door open. look out...no one is in the hall. that scared the shit outta me so i close the door, no sooner that i do that i hear the footsteps resume slowly from where they were (my door) go to the end of the hallway, and return back down the hallyway, go down the stairs and to the front door.