My dads room, hands down the creepiest room in the house. I always keep that door closed:
Upstairs hallway. Door on the right is the bathroom, door on the left is my room, and the door at the end of the hall is the office where I heard desk drawers closing:
This used to be a formal living room. Used to see things moving in it all the time. After my mom moved out and took all the antiques that were in it (made it 50x creepier) activity in this room stopped. Not really creepy anymore:
Finally there is this closet in my room. One day I was working at my desk and heard a loud bang come from the inside. The funny thing is the only thing inside that closet besides hanging jersey's is my boot bag. When I opened it nothing was out of place, nothing had fallen off the hangers, and the boot bag was just chilling not even touched. the worst part is my bed faces this: