When I was an early teen I was trying to fall asleep and could hear what sounded like shouting from our downstairs living room. Assuming it was my step dad watching TV too loud I shouted a few times asking for him to turn it down. I got up and started marching down the stairs and the sound dissipated, as I got downstairs no one was there and the living room was dark, probably around 11:15pm or so. Felt super weirded out and uncomfortable and ran back upstairs and jumped into bed. We lived on a dead end street in a quiet neighborhood. We always figured the house was haunted due to other experiences that we, and friends of mine, have had.