The reason I haven't been active for the past couple days is because I was moving. I ended up moving into a house that was made in 1942 during the great depression. The locks for the doors are old church style keys. The stairs creek and that's not even half of it. What I'm about to tell you truly frightens me how fucking vivid it was. I've slept there for two nights and this is the story. The first night there were some creeks. But on the second night, I didn't sleep at all that night. So this is what happened....around 11:30 when everyone was asleep, I could hear dress shoes walking up the stairs. It sounded like the walking up to the top of the stairs then stopped. And then exactly at 12 o' clock I heard the sound from my closet of a stool falling over and the squeaking of a rope tied to the closet ceiling. My closet ceiling has no door. Then it all stopped. It felt like there was no sound throughout the whole house. I'm at my dads right now and there is no Internet at the other house.
P.S.- To anyone who has seen the movie "Don't be afraid of the dark", the vents in that movie are the vents in the house.