Brooklyn's Creaking Stairs
One weekend we moved into a very old house on a hill in Middletown, Ohio. My dad told me that me and my brother would get the whole upstairs to ourselves, so I went to check it out.
That night, the first night we slept upstairs, I went to bed about 11:00pm. About 3:00am, I was awakened by cracking noises - like someone popping their knuckles - but everyone was asleep. I went to the stairs, because it sounded like the noise was coming from the steps. Then, I heard the noise again, but this time, it was coming closer and getting louder. I walked towards the steps to go get something to drink. When I got about five feet away from the steps, I saw something crawling and flipping up the steps backwards, and it was making bone-cracking noises. It was a little black figure, and every time I got a little closer, it would stop and look at me. When I tried to touch it, it suddenly disappeared! Since that night, I’ve never heard or seen the thing again.
