I wake up at 5:30 for my day, and the rest of my family wakes up at 6. I'm alone except for my cat. I usually walk downstairs and pour some cereal for my breakfast. I'll sit there and check my phone.
Before I go upstairs, usually I go to the bathroom or the office (well away from the kitchen) to finish up some work of some sort. Then I'll go upstairs and finish getting ready.
About two weeks ago (this was a Monday), while I was in the bathroom, I heard a piece of silverware (it happened to be a spoon) clatter to the floor. I just dismissed it as my cat getting on the counter.
The next day (Tuesday) (I was in the office this time) I heard slurping coming from the kitchen. My cat can't do that. I was a little freaked out, but I just dismissed it as hearing things.
On Wednesday (you can probably see where this is going) I heard the sink turning on. I ran into the kitchen, ready to turn it off, but the sink wasn't on. It had shut off before I entered the room. I checked the bowl (whatever you call the thingy under the faucet) and it was dry. Not one bit of water had touched it. I thought this was especially weird, but again, I just pushed it out of my mind and continued on with my day.
Thursday was uneventful.
On Friday, when I was in the other room, there was a coughing sound from the kitchen. And no, my cat was not coughing. And my family wasn't up either. This was the thing that caused me to write this. Who or what did this? I nicknamed them the Phantoms at Five (hence the title).
Since then, nothing has happened other than the broken light (the one that doesn't turn on) in the basement being on and brighter than the rest of the lights. That happened last week (on Wednesday). I'm beginning to wonder what is in this house.