It happened many years ago I think I was just 19. I was hanging out at my best friend's house and intended to sleep over. We had a movie marathon in the afternoon and some goofing around. I cooked a lot of popcorn for it so we were all good to go. It was really a fun day until nightfall came. 

We decided to have some beer while we chatted about random things like ideas, dreams and of course, girls. What? Awesome me was pretty much like any typical guy you know. Anyways, While on our drinking session, we run out of potato chips to munch on, so we decided to consume some chocolate cake and ice cream instead. Yeah I know, me and my best friend are weird. 

It was already late and we had enough beer so we decided to have some coffee. While still chatting downstairs at the dinner table and having our coffee, their dogs and the neighbor's dogs started howling. We then heard some banging on the wall like there was something running on them. We followed the sound with our ears and then the noise went to the roof. Suddenly, it went silent for awhile. A few moments later, I noticed my best friend was staring at something behind me. He was already pale when I asked him, "It's behind me right?". He just nods his head. I was too scared to look behind me. Afterwards, we made a really quick dash(like hopping over 3 steps of the stairs at a time in one leap) back to his room upstairs. 

Very much intoxicated, I laid down on one of the beds. After an hour I was half awake ad half asleep because I started hearing footsteps. I heard them downstairs. Sometimes I heard them in the hallway outside the room. Sometimes I hear them on the other rooms of the house. Sometimes I hear them simultaneously in all places in the house. It was like they were having some kind of party or something. 

I was about to enter that really asleep state when I felt something breathing at the back of my neck. I instantly turned around( I usually sleep on the side while hugging a hot dog pillow) but saw nothing. Weariness over took me and I woke up the next morning. My best friend said he saw a white blurry figure went down the stairs and passed behind me when we had that late night coffee. His little brother, (Pretty-Canoy's classmate) who was just little kid back then said that something poked hard at him that night. And to top it off, before he went inside to his room, he saw me and his brother inside my best friend's room on the bed. The door was open and he has to pass by the door of his brother's room on the way to his room. It freaked him out because he knew we were still downstairs drinking coffee. 

Despite all that happened, I still go and sleep over at my best friends house and has somehow got used to all the strange things that happens there sometimes.