The scariest event in my life (aside from nightmares) is the few months that I rented an old condo (creaky stairs, old wallpaper, and cupboards) in Phoenix with my husband. The first week was fine, just a kind of eerie unfamiliar feeling, then at night actually every night I would hear foot steps coming up the stairs and stop at my bedroom door. Our bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs... I told my husband and he shook it off and thought I was just hearing things. Every night I would stay awake and wait for the steps, I was in constant fear that one night they would continue on into our room and that hell would follow. i told my mother about my problem and she gave me a claddagh ring made of malachite (supposedly wards off evil), and it comforted me quite a bit when home alone. One day I was getting ready for a shower and I took my ring off and placed it on my tv (huge projection screen) and took my showering thinking nothing of it. After I was dry and clothed I went down stairs to retrieve my ring and it had vanished! I freaked out and started searching everywhere thinking maybe one of my large dogs had knocked it down. I frantically searched for about an hr then i sat on my floor and cried. When i stopped crying i called my mom and told her what had happened and when i turned around towards my tv what i saw made my blood run cold. There my ring was, just where i had left it prior to my shower. I reached for it and dropped to my knees and put it on no sooner did I hear my toilet seat upstairs slam down terribly hard. I was horrified. I wanted to move, but sadly we didn't have the funds to break our lease. Things were fairly calm for a while (except the footsteps) until one day my sister came to visit me. We stayed up late watching movies and snacking, I got up to go to the bathroom and as I was walking up the stairs I heard and FELT someone say 'fucking slut' into my ear as clear as bells. I screamed and crumpled down, my sister asked what happened (obviously thinking I had fell). I asked her what someone on the tv had just said thinking maybe I heard that but it was no where close to what I heard... And when I say I felt it, I mean I felt someone ls breath on my face when I heard those words, as it someone had leaned in and whispered harshly... I moved soon after, I felt depressed and paranoid constantly. Much happier away from that place. Never could find any records of abnormalities at the condo. Still, im glad to be rid of it.