Throughout my teenage years, I lived in a haunted house out in the country. So when I was 20 and we moved to a house in the city, I was thrilled. For six months, everything was normal, until my dad decided to surprise my mom by buying her an antique China cabinet. My maternal great-grandmother collected China her whole life, and my maternal grandmother had just given what was left of her collection to my mom.
She had nowhere to display it at first, so it stayed in a box. When dad brought the cabinet home, he explained that the man he'd bought it off of had purchased it from another man who had painted it white and put stickers all over it. The man who sold it to my dad had replaced the glass, stripped the paint, and returned it to its original appearance from 100 years ago. Mom loved it because she could finally display her grandmother's China, and the cabinet was beautiful, so we made quick work of arranging the antique China inside.
Shortly after he purchased the cabinet, my dad had an accident at work and had to travel out of state to get surgery. My brother was in high school at the time, so while mom was with dad, I was taking care of the house and making sure he was up for school on time.
One day, in early October, I was home alone while my brother was at school. I decided to clean the house while I was alone, so I put my headphones on and started cleaning the kitchen. I was about half-way through the sink full of dishes when I started to feel strange. I stopped scrubbing the pot I had been working on and just stood there for a moment, trying to understand what I was feeling. One of my ear buds had fallen out, but I hadn't really noticed. That is, until I heard someone whisper my name in my ear. I turned around, thinking I had lost track of time and my brother was home and had decided to scare me, but no one was behind me. I walked to the edge of the basement steps, expecting to see him in the "game room" turning his Xbox on, but he wasn't there.
I checked the clock, and saw that he wouldn't be home for another hour. I assumed I was hearing things, so I went to walk back to the sink, until I saw a shadow dart across the basement. I ran down the steps and looked around, still halfway expecting to see my brother standing at the far side of the basement laughing at me. When I got down to the basement I looked everywhere, but saw no one and nothing that could have made that shadow.
The only thing I can think to associate this experience with is the cabinet, as the house had been completely normal for months. So, what I'm wondering is, could the cabinet have been haunted?