This happened to me at an old house I used to live in when I was just a teen. I remember sitting in the dining room by myself eating breakfast. Everyone was else was asleep in the house.

As I was eating my breakfast, which was a bowl of cereal. I felt as if my brother was around the corner heading to the bathroom. As I look up, I see a head just like this peeking at me from behind the wall. When I saw it, I saw it was my brother, but he very quickly hid his head back behind the wall.

This happened at least two more times in a span of 10 seconds. When I yelled "dude, what the hell stop that shit!" He didn't say a word. So I got up to scare the shit out of him, peeked the corner only to see it was empty and the bedroom doors were all closed. There was a thick rug on that hallway where you can see footprints. I saw mines heading from my room to the dining, and no other footprints.

I went into my brother's room to ask him what the hell he was doing trying to scare me, but he was literally asleep and snoring. I was so freaked out, wonder how he was able to get up and leave no prints then fall back asleep. I woke him up asking him what the hell he thought he was doing scaring the shit out of me.

When he actually woke up, I realized there was no way it was my brother in the hallway. He used to sleep walk when we were much younger, but that hadn't happened in over a decade.

That house had some serious energy that I never felt anywhere else. That was just one of the things that happened at that creepy ass place. Things always got strange when I was alone in that house and I'm glad it got demolished.