Submitted by: John
My Story: I’ve heard of other people experiencing this and have read a lot relating to this experience but maybe someone here has experienced something similar.
When I was in my late teens my parents use to go away on short holidays and I would often stay behind to ‘protect the fort’.
We lived in a 3 bedroom open plan house. My parent,s bedroom was situated at the front of the house and it had its own door to the garden as well as its own bathroom. More often as not I would sleep in their bedroom with my two jack russels in there with me, only because if I ever heard anyone breaking in I would be able to get out of the bedroom and into the garden without having to go through the rest of the house.
One weekend while my parents were away I was up late one night watching tv in their bedroom with the bedroom door locked, as usual when I was by myself, with both my dogs on the bed with me (sorry mom and dad). It was late in the night and about 2 hours earlier I had finished cleaning the dishes and had left them on the drying rack. While lying in bed just as I started to doze off the came loud crashing sound come from the kitchen which sounded like the pots and dishes I put there had fallen off the drying rack. I could even hear one of the pot lids spin around on the floor, both my dogs went mad but wouldn’t go near the bedroom door. I couldn’t hear anyone in the house nor any glass being broken as though someone was climbing in through the window. So I chose to ignore the sound, dismissing it as a neighbourhood cat coming through the window which has happened before, and ended up watching tv for the rest of the night. I dozed off in the very early hours of the morning and awoke when the sun was coming through the curtains. I decided to venture out of my parents bedroom and into the kitchen to inspect the carnage down by the ‘cat’ only to discover that there was absolutely nothing lying on the floor, nothing broken and every dish, plate, pot, pot lid and pan were still in the drying rack.
To this day I’ve never been able to ‘debunk’ that. I often think, was it my imagination but then I recall the way my dogs behaved and think otherwise.