My parents and I briefly lived in this really small house on Vermont Avenue in the Aliquippa/Hopewell area. Prior to houses being built on this land, it was a farm. Someone had also shot themselves somewhere in the area, no one knew for sure where, but I have a feeling it was where our house/yard were due to finding bullet shells while metal detecting. There were rumors that the area was also once a Native American burial site, but no one has ever confirmed this. The activity started kind of slowly and was easy to brush off. It began as just seeing shadows out of the corner of our eyes, then things being misplaced, but it amped up pretty quickly. We would hear loud banging on the walls and not be able to figure out where it was coming from. At random, the doors would slam unless something heavy was placed in front of them. Then the electronics started being affected. The TVs would change channels on their own. The volume would go up and down when no one was touching the remote. I had a keyboard at the time in my room and every night it would turn on by itself, so I stopped sleeping in my room. My mom and aunt experienced the coffee table in the living room just suddenly start vibrating as if there was a cell phone on it, but none of us owned a cell phone back then. Everything came to a head when my dad and I both started seeing this small, black, shadow dog. Soon after it made an appearance I then heard something speak to me. I was 7 and was talking to one of my stuffed animals and told it that I loved it. I then hear "I love you too." in this really deep raspy voice. I just like heard it all around me and couldn't find a direct source of it. We moved in the next month, but mild paranormal activity followed. It still follows me now. The black dog still appears as well, but only when something bad is about to happen to my dad. The last time I saw it, he had an extremely rare and severe stroke that permanently disabled him.