I Was Not Home Alone

Hey guys, I've been reading your stories now for a few years and I enjoy it a lot, so I decided that it's time for me to submit one of my own encounters.

It was a few years ago, it was a Saturday and I was home alone. My mom had told me to clean the house before she got back, and since I was leaving for a friend\'s house, I put on some loud music and started cleaning the living room. It was early in the afternoon, and I was almost done vacuuming, when the CD that I had bought less than a week ago started skipping and freezing, so I went to see what was going on. While I was checking the cd-player, I heard three or four loud bangs behind me, so I turned around, just in time to see what was making the bangs, as I saw a chair hit the floor with a lot of force. Someone or something had knocked over four or five chairs at the dining table, and as I saw the last one drop, it looked as if an invisible hand had smashed them over by the back of the chair. I was pretty scared, and decided that the rest of the house could wait, so I went to take a quick shower before getting ready to leave.

I was pretty calm after the shower, so I went to the washing room to get some clean clothes. I don't know why, but I always get this feeling that I'm not alone when I'm in that room. I was folding some shirts when I heard 3 knocks from the door beside me, it took me a few seconds to realize how weird that was, as the door is leading out to the garage that is not in use, and it's locked, no one could be out there. I panicked and dropped everything, and went to get my phone in the kitchen. I was on the edge of a panic attack when I entered the kitchen and saw every cabin door wide open. The atmosphere in the kitchen was completely different; there was a sort of static in the air. I threw on some clothes, grabbed my dog (no way I would leave him in that house) and left in a hurry.

I have no idea what it was and why it was acting that way, but it took all I had to go back the next day.