No sourcing on this one, just my recollection of my personal experience at my cousin’s house.

I definitely relate to this one because I’ve had a few similar moments in my life. Although, the soundtrack of my life would’ve been much scarier if it involved the voices of children in such scary moments.

wow! creepy! I wouldn’t go back either!

Definitely creepy, but I would’ve gone back down for curiosity’s sake. (My curiosity can become vicious if not satisfied…)

I think what I wound up doing was I went back upstairs and played MTV loudly until someone came home…

I would’ve done the same as you, BARomero!

There was another incident in the same house, where my brother (who was three at the time) saw a man in a fedora, and asked my grandmother, “Who is that?” When she looked, nobody was there.

Glad to see that we aren’t alone in our experiences. Would be interesting to know what might have taken place on the land before the house was built or with the folks who lived there before. Either way, great recollection!