It didn't happen there per se, I took a rather large stone back from the spot where the father of the Bell family had supposedly been speaking with the entity. The stories and owners of the property suggested not to do so to everyone present (as they always do) as whatever still lives there takes it as a challenge 9/10.
I laughed about it and took it home. About three days afterward I'd forgotten about it until I was home alone (I had lived with my grandparents, aunt & uncle and their 4 kids at the time), my grandparents were out of town and my aunt & uncle and their progeny had moved out about a week beforehand. I was in my room about to go to bed (it was about 8:30 or so) when I heard extremely loud footsteps running down the hall and stopping at my closed door, I of course thought it was my uncle or someone and opened the door thinking they'd forgotten something. No one was there.
I shrugged it off thinking it was my imagination and quickly forgot about it until the middle of the night when I woke up hearing it again, this time it came from upstairs. The footsteps went all the way down the stairs, through the living room and down my hall to my closed door where they stopped. I got up screamed profanities thinking my family was playing tricks on me and nearly shat myself when I discovered there was no one there.
Yeah this kind of trout continued to happen until I finally broke down and threw that damned rock in the woods behind our house.
To further my case our friends Jeremy & Tammy (both well into their 40's) took a stone home as well. Within a week their son (4) had developed an abusive imaginary friend, their stove kept turning on by itself every single night and they had loud footsteps throughout the house at all hours of the night until they got the stone out of their house. Where all of it abruptly stopped.
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