I've submitted 2 stories of things that had taken place in a house I grew up in. Both stories had witnesses but this is one where I was all alone.
On the weekends my Mother would get up early and go to the Farmer's Market and let my sisters and I sleep in. At this time my eldest sister was a raging teenager who was always out late and sleeping in even later. My middle sister had a number of personal issues with my Mum, as teenage girls tend to do, and at this time was living with my Father.
This particular time I was 10 or 11 years old and was up on a Saturday morning taking a bath. I knew my Mum had gone to the Farmer's Market and would be back soon so I was amusing myself until she returned.
Directly on the other side of the bathtub wall was the kitchen. I heard my eldest sister moving plates and cutlery. I assumed she was making herself a late breakfast and called out to her to make me something also. She didn't answer, but continued to get things out of the cupboards and drawers. I continued to yell at her, getting louder in the event that she didn't hear me as well as knocking on the wall. I suspected that she was purposely ignoring me so as not to have to make me anything.
I was beyond miffed at this and having a pretty healthy sense of childish entitlement I marched out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, dripping wet into the kitchen to tell her what I thought of her ignoring me. To my surprise she wasn't there and nothing had been moved or misplaced. I was shocked. I went downstairs to her room only to find it empty and quiet. She wasn't home and hadn't been all night. It wasn't unusual for her to stay over at a friend's.
It dawned on me that I was all alone. No one was there and yet I had distinctly heard dishes and cutlery, doors and drawers being moved in the kitchen.
When I think about it now, I can't really remember what I did next. I imagine I high-tailed it out of the basement and suspect I probably went over to a neighborhood friend's until my Mum returned.
Thinking about this some 20 odd years later I still cannot come up with an explanation of what happened other than it was the spirit that lived in our house trying to let me know they were there.
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