I used to live in a haunted house. I would voices, feel footsteps on my bed, cold circles on the floor, and even breath on my face. I wrote about it here on Gather in a story called, Elizabeth. My ghost even had a name.
So, last night about 4:00 am, I heard voices again. Strong and clear. I heard a man and a woman talking, loudly. I woke my poor husband. I lay terrified. I asked him if he heard the voices, too, because when the haunting started at first he wouldn't hear the voices.
He jumped up, and said, "You left the T.V. on!"