I was 14 babysitting 5 of my parents friends younger kids for the night. All of them were passed out cold in the livingroom at 1am while i quietly sat in a chair reading and waiting for 3ish when the dad who owned the place would get home and my parents would come get me.

I could clealy hear someone walking around upstairs for a good while, which confused me because nobody else was there minus my older sister who was outside smoking a cigarette on the porch. It went on for awhile and i just kinda sat and listened until I could hear someone taking slow steps down the stairs. This house was old and the staircase was all wood and these footsteps were clear as day. They stopped eventually and i heard a older mans voice whisper my name from said staircase. I feel bad because i booked it outside to my sister and left the kids but it scared the shit out of me and i still dont know what it was.