Since we don't have a paranormal board, figured I would at least start a thread for people to post their personal creepy tales. I suppose I should start. I have a much longer story, but I'll save it for later.

About 7 years ago, I was still living with my parents at home. It was a nice house, never creepy or anything. 2 stories, a finished basement. It's just large enough that sometimes if you call out for someone, they won't hear.

Anyway, my Mom was out somewhere, and I was looking for my Dad. I called out, but no answer, so I went to go look around. Called into the basement, nothing - tried calling outside, nothing. So, I walk over to the upstairs to check up there. Basically, it's a long stair up, and right as soon as you're at the top there are 4 rooms which you can see from the bottom, and no other way up there.

When I look up the stairs, I see a silhouette of someone just walking into the sunny room on the right (daytime, btw). Couldn't see anything because of the brightness of all the doors open up there. So I called up, and waited for an answer (being a lazy guy, didn't want to walk up there). Nothing. I figure "christ, how can he be so busy?", call again, and nothing.

Fed up, I walk up the stairs, look in the room - empty. Now, I know I saw something - it was a full silhouette walking the one step to get to that room. I stared dumbfounded for a few minutes. Dad later came back in from outside.