I believe my house is haunted.

Before you scoff at that, please understand that I'm not one of those people who goes around talking about hauntings and shit. I really don't. If I could find an acceptable answer to what happened last week, or any time previous to that, I'd be substantially happier. Thing is, I have no explanations despite trying numerous times.

I wrote about something similar on a very similar topic and discussed how our previous house was haunted and honestly, I thought I was done with it when we moved.

To recap, our final moments in that house, our final walk-through concluded with a very loud raspy voice from the landing above yelling at us to "GET OUT!"

Well, I believe that whatever that was has followed us to our new home and I am not happy about it.

While I can't be entirely sure, I am under the impression that we've been haunted for a while now but because we have a busy house, we've just never noticed it.

Last week I was alone in the house with the exception of my two children and things started to happen. At first I ignored it, thinking my kids were just fucking off but when I'd go to their rooms, they were sleeping. They're 5 and 6 but not sneaky enough to pull off this shit. They were asleep. To the point where I pissed my daughter off at one point thinking she was fucking with me and I actually woke her up.

No, something was happening upstairs. Something was walking around and it wasn't them. It was heavier, more distinct. Moving around at various points.

My first instinct was to light the entire upstairs up and clear every room, every closet, every cabinet. Nothing. Not a damned thing.

Unsettled, I went to bed later that night and at one point was woken up by the feeling that something was in the room with me. I saw a shadow move rapidly across the room and exit the door, which was previously closed. I was, and still am, completely chilled at the fact that my door was open because I never leave it open.

There was enough light coming in from the streetlights out front, shining through the house and into the master bedroom, for me to see clearly and nevertheless, this shit happened. I jumped out of bed, attempting to grab my sack and act like a man and once again cleared the house. This time a bit more fiercely.... No fucking way.. I couldn't sleep. Not after this.

Problem was, in all the activity, I woke my daughter up again and fuck if she wasn't mad as hell at me for doing it twice in one night.

With this as it was, I laid down in the bed next to her and tried to comfort her back to sleep. She could tell I was bothered but started to finally fall asleep when all of a sudden a figure dashed across the hall, directly outside of her room.

I don't have the words to help you understand my thoughts on this. It's a bit beyond belief truthfully and if I had been sitting where you are reading this from someone else, I would have likely dismissed it. I'm just pretty much confused now because either I'm going insane, or we're haunted somehow and it's followed us from the previous house.

So, the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me, happened very recently. I honestly don't know what to do at this point.