when i was in the third grade my friend and i would stay at my house until my parents got back. everytime we would see a man walk down the hall. we would hear voices coming from the attic and saw faces from the ceiling. one day we were playing outside in the dark and we both saw someone by the shed that was running. we walked by the shed and no one was there. that following weekend we saw the same person by the stop sign. we thuoght that it was just our imagination. so we split and thought we wouldn't' hear or see it again, but we were wrong. by the time we got to the fifth grade we started to see more than we used too. so beware who reads this, you might see something too.
