I was 10 at the time when i lived in a big brown house with 3 floors. I was with a friend one morning all by myself when we heard footsteps walking down from the upstairs. We then heard chimes from outside but no wind blew by.We then heard noises from in the living room. We got scared so we took some nives and looked around to see if anybody was home. But no one was. We quickley ran to her house and stayed there until my mom got home. The next day we called the exsisting owner and asked about the house. He said the reason why he moved out was because the house was haunted by his wife that died there in the house.(suicide)We then moved out a few years later and never returned since to see it.