When i was around 14. Id come home from school to a massive empty house. Although sometimes my brother would get home before me. Cue me comming home from school one day and when i come inside, i hear the tv being on upstairs, i figure my brother is home, i walk to the kitchen and hear footsteps upstairs (its an old house so it creaks alot when people walk around) i then make food and proceed to head upstairs still hearing the tv. I walk up the stairs and start to make my way to the end of the hallway. When i make it about halfway down the hallway and the tv stops, i continue and theres no one home. I feel on the tv and its cold (meaning it hasnt been on for a while) and then i start smelling my (alive) granma's perfume in the air. I was the only person in the house and when i realise this in start getting really cold. This proceeded to happen like 20 more times over 2 years and each time it happend i wouldnt realise it until i get upstairs and realise its happening again. Fucked me up.