When I was fifteen years old, my parents and I moved into a house near my high school in an older neighborhood. A few months after moving in, my parents went out of town and left me home with my friend Tori. Tori and I were watching t.v. In the main living room which is open to the kitchen. Suddenly, we heard WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! From the kitchen in all directions. We got up and peered through the large opening from the living room to the kitchen. The first thing we noticed was that a bag of flour tortillas was lying on the ground. As we moved further in, we saw that the white bread and home-made biscuits were also on the ground and on the other side of the kitchen island was a box of crackers. It was as if someone had thrown all of the flour products on the flour in rapid succession. Nothing else on the counters was disturbed or even out of place.
Another incident in the same house was when my mom and I were alone one night. I was in my room reading a book for school and my mom was in the shower with the door locked. Suddenly, I hear my mom fly out of the bathroom in a panic yelling "Rachel WHAT'S WRONG". I looked up and she's standing in my bedroom doorway with a wild look in her eyes. She then told me that she was just getting out of the shower when she heard a voice screaming "MOOOOOOOM!" At the top of its lungs. She admits it didn't really sound like me but that we were the only ones home.
A month after that, I was walking by my dad's study when I saw a man in a white t-shirt, jeans, and work boots as clear as day out of the corner of my eye. However, I was in such a hurry that by the time I realized what I saw and stopped my stride, I had already passed the doorway. When I went back there was no one there. This was no surprise because I was the only one home. Or at least I thought I was.
What or who are these things and what can be done about them?