When I was younger I spent the day helping a neighbor rake leaves on his property. He was friendly with my family so he walked me home to say hi to my parents. We walked into the house and heard my mom upstairs talking (it sounded like she was on the phone) and walking around. I called for my dad — no answer. My neighbor says, “Well it sounds like your mom is on the phone, I’ll catch them another time.”
We say goodbye and he leaves. I go upstairs to see my mom but I can’t seem to find her or hear her anymore. I search the house and it’s empty. I’m thinking, “Did she leave the house while I was saying goodbye to the neighbor somehow?”
I call my dad’s cell (my mom didn’t have one) and he picks right up. I ask him where he is, and if he knows where mom went. “We’re at the store, we’ve been running errands for a couple of hours.” Instant goosebumps.
My neighbor and I both heard footsteps upstairs and a woman’s voice. No idea who or what it was, but we both heard it. I waited outside until my parents got home. – dibshi