The following experience was encountered by my ten year old self and my older brother who was thirteen at the time. My brother and I are good friends though we do, like normal brother and sister, fight loads and it wasn't often we got to be friendly towards each other and not tearing each other's heads off!
So it was a nice evening this certain evening. To give you some history, our house is quite old. The oldest part of the house I think would have to be the kitchen where my story takes place.
I was stood by the kettle in a corner of our small kitchen making myself a nice hot chocolate because the English winter was coming on and it was freezing! Just as I was pouring the water in, my brother walks in and stands beside me offering help. I say that I'm ok and can manage. So we are there enjoying a small chat about nothing in particular when I hear a small shuffle across the room.
Let me say that we have a tiled floor and when somebody shuffles across the floor you can hear it very clearly. Also, on the floor of our doorway is a small plank of wood nailed into the flooring for a reason I have no idea why, but the point is that when you step on it you hear a loud click kind of sound so if anyone entered the room we would know. There was none but us two.
Anyway I heard but took no notice thinking my brother might be trying to trick me. But them he said
"Laura, did you hear that?"
"What?" I said knowing that would stop his game.
"That shuffling across the floor?"
I felt frozen. I denied it, scared crazy. I just wanted to go back into the living room.
We did, but then a few minutes later, our mother went into the kitchen when we heard a massive SMASH! We ran into the kitchen to see the problem, and our oven, for no reason what so ever had the glass door smashed! Our mum hadn't even touched it. None of us knew what had happened. She blamed it on the springs in the door snapping because of it's age. Yes, our oven was old, but the springs wouldn't radomly snap without you openening the oven! It just smashed on it's own! No one touched it!
We got a new oven and it's very modern and fancy. For 2012, we are planning on a completely new modern kitchen and we are all very excited. I think it may have been some angry spirit, maybe angry I had ignored my own fear that it was there. My brother even experienced the sound of it's movement. My kitchen has always had a creepy vibe to it and I'm wondering if maybe something or someone else still lives on with us?