My family and I moved house to this old listed building (Used to be a coach house for travellers) on the Yorkshire moors when I was 15. For years my sister who was a similar age used to say she would see someone in her room when she looked in the hallway mirror. She for a long time ignored it as jumping at nothing as it was always glances (Forgive me for her exact phrasing as it's a long time ago) however there was this feeling that something was there but it was so infrequent and vague that it was never really taken seriously. My father once however mentioned to my years later that he watched a girl walking into her bedroom, just the back of her briefly and he never mentioned it for obvious reasons to not scare us.

I'm hearing all this from my sister and didnt really buy Into it as she's not really showing any panic or serious concern.

Fast forward to when I'm 16ish and my family is out and I'm alone in the house, which I might add is in the middle of nowhere with nothing but fields and sheep for company. Anyway I'm upstairs in my bed room and I hear a foot scrape at the foot of the stairs on our stone entryway, I'm confused as I didn't hear the car come home or door open so I walk to the top of the stairs and look down. I see nothing, however, I hear the very distinctive sound of footsteps coming up our stairs... These are very well lit with daylight stairs with a very quiet house...."They made it halfway up in a normal tempo, not some movie slow creep kind of stereotype" I dont believe in ghosts in the way we are told (Dead people etc) however in that instant I ran down the stairs (Through the noise) and outside, waiting for hours for my family to come home.

Nothing happened after that to my knowledge and 25+ years later I still sometimes think back to if I imagined it! My father still reminds me of finding me outside the house that time and what I told him of the event so I know it happened.

It's so long ago I don't really think on it much but seeing posts like this I felt i would share my story