Hearing wasn't enough to convince me of what was happening. My family didn't believe in ghost but call them spirits. Even then they said sometime it could be demons.

I went in a spiral of beliefs but I cling onto my faith to have hoping it's enough protection. Since im the middle child it was typical to leave the house to me.

Sometimes I kill time by sitting in my room and I remember relaxing on my iPad. I could've sworn I heard the garage door open and it usually meant my family came home.

This was before everyone in this house had phones and a house phone was the only way of communication. Usually I wait until I hear my name but I heard foot steps in the kitchen.

There was something in my gut screaming for me to get up so I yelled out loud "mom". Nothing but silence and it was as if whatever was in the kitchen was waiting for my stomach to drop I heard few clanks.

As if something had fell down. Movie plot this is the perfect choice to make but this isn't the movie. Maybe it was a human instinct to slowly go into the kitchen.

I'm not sure to be relived it wasn't an intruder or freaked out that everything on our counter has been scattered. My heart felt like it was going to my ass and I tried to find any reason to why these have felled but every logical solution was thrown out the window when I heard one of the doors not too far slam shut.

Let me explain for those door to shut whatever came in here could not had get past me and until a person can turn invisible i prayed I was going insane.

The door that ended up being slammed was my room door. The same door I left open to go check on the noise.

I had few minutes to wrap everything in my head but as scary as that was my fear was my parents coming home to a messy house.

Unlikely for me they arrive in the middle of me cleaning and I guess you could imagine how they reacted.