Me and my friends don't use the term alone lightly anymore.
One August in out summer holiday I invited a few of my friends to sleepover in my dead Grandmothers house that I was staying in on my own for a few nights. Gemma, Leah, Charlotte, Charly and I arrived at the house in the English country side not long after seven pm, then my parents left us for the night with snacks and soda.
Gemma said that we were all alone but to no fault of ours we were not.
Around 10 we started to hear weird noises coming from the room at the end of the hall which we were told only had boxes of junk in so we needn't bother looking inside. "God I hope nobody's alone in there!" Charly whispered in my ear, so being the responsible kid I am I took a torch and a old baseball bat from where I always used to keep it under the bed and being my best friend Gemma came with me we went into the room and saw exactly what my parents told me I would a bunch of boxes.
We went back to the lounge and said it must have been the wind and out imagination, but a night in that house was more than enough to prove our fears.
At 6am Leah woke us all up with her screaming she had 5 scratches down her right wrist, not deep enough to kill but in a spot that was fatal if cut deep enough. We knew it was paranormal then.
We called my parents to get us then and there, we waited outside not daring to stay in that house.
Me and Gemma went back three days later with a ojo board and found all it said was creepy jacked up stuff like a psycho killer would say so we went home and haven't went back since but when ever we said the word: ALONE, in that house something would happen so we never use it freely only in times for lack of a better word but just in case.
NEVER say the word ALONE just in case your in the house we stayed in, because are we ever really alone?