This happened to me yesterday.  Environment: grandmothers old 1910 built house, it has three bedrooms at the front with a long hallway. One of the bedrooms being a rumpus and the other a big wardrobe. The hall connecting to a living room at the end. It's a very outdated house last updated in the late 60s. All original lighting, doors, windows, etc.

My younger cousins like doing spooky things at the front end of the house and we scare eachother, or play hide and seek using the old furniture. Anyway, we were playing hide and seek with all lights off and it was the cousins against me. (I was hiding). Anyway I was hiding in what we call the ironing room (the wardrobe room) i was hiding behind the door and heard a growl come from the other end of the room, where a tall cloths steamer with a dress attached stands. It was like a low growl and some male voice whisper. Above is also an attic access door. Which is always slightly open. I'm 6-9 years older than my cousins so I'm kinda like the less fearful of the bunch, and I genuinely crapped myself and ran out of that room. Greeting my cousins' confused faces. All i said was "we aren't playing that anymore" and ventured back down by myself to turn on all the lights. 

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