First of all was the corner in the living room. So the entry way to the living room of this house was just a big open archway that you could see most of the living room from, including the couch, the corner of which was right by the corner of the room. For some reason this corner of the room was always weirdly dark even though it was right by a big window so it should have been bright in that corner, but it never was. Then there's the fact that when I'd walk past the living room every time I'd see the dark silhouette of a person sitting on the couch in the dark corner by the window, then I'd look and of course nothing would be there. I never said anything because I didn't want to sound crazy, then friends who frequently came over to the house started saying things like "yeah, whenever I walk past your living room I think I see a person sitting on your couch but when I go to look nothing's there." then other people living in the house without me saying anything started saying they saw it too when they'd walk past the living room. I could even make out details, it looked like a woman, or at least the presence felt like a womanly presence ? It looked like it sat the way people sit on the ground when they're wearing skirts with the legs up on the couch and off to the side. There's also the fact that I could not take naps on this couch because every time I tried I'd have horrible and disturbing dreams, I'm talking dreams where I'm being skinned alive and other gruesome horrible things like that.
Then there was the talking. When I would be in my room late at night, my room being on the top floor as well as everyone else's rooms and everyone else being in their rooms too, I'd hear talking down stairs. I'd even get up and check sometimes to make sure no one was downstairs or no one had left the T.V. on. It always always just, typical conversation sounds like the murmur you hear from conversation from the next room over, you could never make out specific words. It would even happen sometimes that I'd be woken up in the middle of the night from the talking sounds. I began to wonder if maybe I was developing schizophrenia, I was in my late adolescence after all and that stuff usually sets in around adolescence or early adult hood. But then, once again, other people began to report hearing it too and even being woken up from it too. There's also the fact that never in my life has anything similar happened to me anywhere else. I moved out of that house six years ago and have lived in four different dorm rooms and four different apartments including the one I live in right now over the span of those six years (prices for living on campus over the summer were stupidly high so I'd usually sublease different apartments off campus for just the summer, hence why the number is so high) and I've never heard talking coming from places where there weren't people except for in that house, or been woken up from sounds that weren't actually there.
Then last month while I was temporarily staying there for a bit, I'd sleep on the couch downstairs because the dog and the cats weren't allowed upstairs and I'd rather have been sleeping downstairs where I could cuddle with them (not on the spooky couch in the living room, a different couch in a different room, there were kind of two living rooms because that house has a weird layout that would take a long time to explain without drawing it out) so anyway it was pretty late, I was snuggled up with my dog watching T.V. and getting ready to fall asleep when I hear the sounds of a person coming down the first flight of stairs (okay nevermind I guess I do have to explain the layout a little, pretty much there were three levels (four with the basement) but not directly on top of each other, the house was on a hill so the levels were kind of sprawled out in different directions, top level was bedrooms, go down a flight of stairs and you're right at the entryway to the spooky living room with the spooky couch, go down a second flight of stairs and that's where I was) anyway I hear a person coming down from the stairs from the top level, it was definitely human sounding because the foot steps were too heavy and it was the distinct bipedal 1-2, 1-2 of how people move down stairs, not the quick *pap* *pap* *pap* of a cat going down the stairs. My dog even gets up and stands at the bottom of the stairs and looks up at them with her tail up and her ears forward like she sees someone. I hear someone talking, I even heard someone say my dog's name. I assumed it was my mom because there was no other living human in the house and the foot steps had come from the top level where her room is, and it was 2 in the morning so I was confused as to why she was up so late, so I turned to look up the stairs to say something to her, and nothing's there. I look around the corner up the second flight of stairs at her room and her door's closed. I had just heard someone talking right up until I turned to look and say something, so my mom couldn't have just gone back up the stairs and closed her door. I ended up still staying on the couch even though I was bothered by that. I was too stubborn to give up a night of cuddling my animals. Plus, I figured I'd lived in that house for close to 18 years without anything besides the living people being hostile to me, if there is something weird and paranormal in that house it hadn't been hostile or aggressive to me or hurt me in any way yet so I figured it wasn't going to start anytime soon.
