This is a both seen and heard story for all those people who read buried posts.
My parents were drug addicts. When I was young, we had a nice home, but slowly, as I matured we started living in shittier homes. When I was a teenager we rented a decent size, but rundown house in a weird neighborhood. On moving day, we set out exploring, excited to see that the unfinished basement at least had a semi-finished laundry room. Underneath the stairs in that laundry room, there were some child like drawings on the walls. A picture of 5 family members, including a baby, with the caption "Our new home." It was a little weird, but whatever kids draw in random fucking places, we just covered up the art and used the laundry room.
That basement was super creepy, their was always a feeling of something watching you. All of us experienced some kind of weird thing in this house. Now, I've believe in ghosts because of an earlier experience I've had in a much older house, but I still remain skeptical.
Everyone who stayed with us or visited us reported hearing a voice of a little boy behind them at random times during the day. It was always the same thing: "Rah!" the noise that little kids always make when they are trying to scare you. We all kind of ignored it, dismissed it or lived with it.
One day, I was home alone and sitting on the computer doing my online classwork, when I started to hear this weird buzzing noise. I ignored it for awhile, but it just kept going, this steady buzzing noise. No one was home, even my dog was gone. I waited until my dad came home from work and fell asleep on the couch and decided to investigate. By then, the noise had been going for about 2 hours. I eventually followed the noise downstairs and saw my dad's electric hair clippers, turned on and just buzzing all over the bathroom floor. I was really confused as to how this happened. I turned the clippers off and heard an impatient sigh come from the otherside of the basement. Not thinking, I just said, "sorry." and noped the fuck out of there. I got back upstairs and woke my dad up and told him he left his clippers on, hoping for an explanation. He told me he lost his clippers weeks ago and told me to go get them from the basement.
The last thing that happened was something that really cemented the fact that there was something weird in that house in the minds of our whole family. My mother, brother, sister and I were all getting ready to leave the house. Keys in hand, shoes on and all of us walking towards the door. My brother stops at the fridge and says to us, "I'm going to take this last Pepsi, ok?" ALL OF US heard from the basement, a distinctly child-like voice, I'd say a boy around 4 or 5 shout, "NO!" in direct response to this statement. It was so clear; it was that bratty toddler NO that so many parents are familiar with.
We all solemnly looked at each other, confirmed in each other's eyes what we just heard and hurried to the car as naturally as possible. That is probably the only house I was HAPPY to hear we got evicted from.