This was a few years but we still talk about it to this day. I moved in with my best friend, she inherited a small 2 bedroom townhouse when her grandfather passed. It was built in the 80s and he was the original owner but she said even as a kid, paranormal stuff happened in that house. (Similarly, I grew up in a house where my parents were the original owners but we had paranormal experiences too.) I’m heavily involved with spirituality and witchcraft so a little activity never bothered me.

Small, weird things would happen here and there. A broken lamp would be on in the morning when we definitely went to bed with everything shut off. We’d hear footsteps upstairs when one of us was home alone. Sometimes we’d hear the back door open with a very distinct sound in the middle of the night.

But the strangest thing was when we saw each other on different levels of the house. I came home from work one afternoon, I worked really early shifts at the time from 5:30am to 2pm. She worked fully remote but her desk was in her bedroom. I walked in and saw her sitting on the couch in the dark (middle unit, limited windows) and made a joke about if her boss is going to notice she’s away from her desk. She didn’t say anything. I was unloading my work bag and going to make a snack and was trying to chat with her about dinner plans, when she just quietly got up and went upstairs. I just thought “that was weird but maybe she’s mad at me for something.”

I finish my snack, sit on the couch for a few minutes to decompress from work before going up to my room. I had probably only been home about 10 minutes total.

Our doors were basically next to each other, her door was at the very top of the stairs on a slanted wall and then mine was to the immediate left of it on the small hallway wall. We both kept our doors open and she could always see the stairs. When I made it to the top, my door was closed and she looked at me panicked and said “hello?!”

I was incredibly confused and matched her “hello?!” She leaned forward looking back and forth between me and my door, and then motioned me into her room.

She said “I literally watched you come up here 10 minutes ago. I tried asking you how your day was and you didn’t say anything and just went into your room and closed the door.” Essentially, she also thought I was mad at her. So then I was like, wait, weren’t you just downstairs?? You watched me come home from work??

She was up in her room the entire time, so she was obviously spooked by watching me go into my room and close the door, and then a few minutes later I come up the stairs again. I told her what I experienced, and the weirdest part to me is that we both were talking to whatever this was but never heard the other one from upstairs/downstairs. And I mean, this was a small townhouse, you could hear anyone talking from anywhere in the house. The one major difference was my bedroom door physically closing.

I busted in there with the swiftness of confronting something or someone. There was nothing. Not even a weird vibe, just emptiness. We smoke cleansed the house and I kindly asked that whatever is playing games with us to not do that again because that was fn weird. (She was adamant about wanting to keep kind spirits around and didn’t want to kick her grandpa’s spirit out because she believed a lot of the things were him)

Nothing of that caliber happened again, it went back to the usual footsteps and broken lamp turning on in the middle of the night. Every time we talk about it, I get a weird feeling it was something else.