I used to live on a big house with my family, who are very religious actually. Evangelical Christians to be exact. I gotta admit i'm not religious myself, am an atheist actually. So i'm kind of the black sheep in the family. That being said I cannot explain what happened to me and it's part of the reasons why im telling my story and drawn to these kind of sites. I was alone in the house one night, my mom and siblings were out, its was about 9pm and I was watching tv in mom's room downstairs. Our house had two floors, the second floor was a bit unstable, the floor was wood so you could hear anything going on upstairs. While watching tv I heard a big bam! upstairs, I remember the first thing I thought immediately was: "Someone broke in". We had a few break-ins in the neighborhood the past few weeks. I stood up, muted the tv and started listening . Moved closer to the stairs and then I heard it. Steps. Someone broke in, it was actually happening. Fists thing I did was grab the phone and the keys and opened the door and the gate so I could run. Went back in quickly and grabbed a knife, I decided to walk upstairs quietly to make sure, you never think of it but when you grab the phone and dial 911 you kinda hesitate if you are not sure, what if its one of my brothers and I didn't see him come in. I could definitely hear someone upstairs, footsteps clear as day, I remember I even saw the lamp on the first floor vibrating with the steps. I kept moving upwards with a knife in my hand and the phone on the other, the second floor was an open space basically, when going up the stairs you come to level with the floor and there are wooden bars like a loft, so when i got eye level with the floor I cloud see my brother's room in the back and the rest of the rooms to my left, there was nothing there so I decided to keep moving up the stairs. I stood there for a bit, waiting for a sound or something. All of a sudden, starting right in front of me, the floor started BOOM BOOM BOOM, like stomping pretty hard, moving towards my brothers room, I could see our furniture jumping, the shelfs, the books, the old PC we had in the desk, the lightbulb vibrating hard even, in the ceiling, everything! As if someone was marching with all the strength of their legs! Stomping! The door of my brother's room opened and slammed shut so fckn hard right there in front of me. Next thing I know im outside of my house looking up to the second floor from across the street and Im out of air, gasping for air. I guess I ran down the stairs and out of the house so fast, its a blur I dont remember. Next thing I know friends from the neighborhood walked by the street and saw me pale and staring at the house. They helped me check upstairs because I couldn't go back there. I've heard alot of things, people telling stories about how they experienced something paranormal, but I believe none of them because, they never talk about how it felt, in the moment, and I think its not something you forget. The stomping and the door, sure freaked me out, but when I was standing there in the second floor, its hard to explain, something felt wrong, not just the thought of "someone broke into my house" kind of scared. I felt a different kind of scared, I think its what people call "terror", the air was heavy and thick, my "fight or flight" was definitely triggered, I felt watched and as if everything in me was telling me I was in the wrong place and it was not natural for me to be in that situation, like I had to end this interaction and get myself out of that moment. I suppose it doesn't make sense but its kinda like that. I had to tell my family of course, we experienced various things after that, faucets opening at night and noises, a friend of mine had a scare upstairs as well in the bathroom. My mom being religious finally decided to call the pastor and she came home and prayed, I dont know what else because she asked us to leave. Anyway nothing much happened after that. But this was my experience and it was real. To this day im THANKFUL I didnt actually see anything, I mean whatever was in front of me stomping all the way to my brother's room, I couldn't see it, probably would have gone crazy or traumatized for life if I would have.