This strange incident occurred recently in my current home. I have no way to explain it other than a phantom sound.
It was the summer of 2016 and the house was fairly hot. I was having a hard time sleeping in my bedroom, so I decided to go down the hall, to sleep on our couch in the living room instead. I tossed and turned for awhile, but finally fell asleep.
Around 3:30 in the morning, I woke up and was lying on the couch. I was debating whether I should go back down the hall to my room when I noticed a sound coming from the kitchen. It was a very discernible sound, hard to mistake for anything else. Basically I heard the sound of someone putting their hand into a bag of potato chips, followed by the sound of the chips being eaten. That sound you hear when someone is rustling through the bag, was very clear. The chomping sound was just as clear.
I knew what time it was and tried to consider who it could be. I knew it wasn't my kids. They never get up that early to eat anything. I thought it could be my wife, but that was also unlikely. And the strangest part of the situation was, I suspected it was another paranormal incident I was witnessing.
I just laid on the couch, listening for a few minutes. It was weird. I could have easily looked around the corner, to confirm who was in the kitchen. But for some reason I felt compelled to wait it out. I honestly wasn't sure who or what I might see. Somehow I knew it wasn't anyone from my family.
Another interesting fact was, we were going to be having a party at the house soon, so three bags of chips were sitting on the counter. I knew they were there. But I still didn't want to look into the kitchen. I guess I was a little scared. Scared that I might come face to face with a ghost.
After a few minutes passed, the sounds finally stopped. I waited another minute or so, just to see if my wife would leave the kitchen. But she never did. At that point I slowly stood up and walked across the couch. Then I peeked around the corner into the kitchen. Like I suspected, nobody was there. The bags of chips were still lined up in a row.
I went into to the kitchen, just to make sure it hadn't been a mouse, burrowing into one of the bags. But the bags were unopened. I relaxed at that point. The tension I was feeling about the incident had subsided. I knew it had been another paranormal incident, that I couldn't explain.
But in all honesty, I don't know what to make of this one. The fact that I clearly heard someone eating chips, when nobody was there, is a mystery to me. I've never experienced anything like that before. I guess that's why they're called phantom sounds. But it was the oddest thing. I only wish I had more courage to look into the kitchen sooner. But my gut feeling kept telling me not to. It was as if knew I shouldn't disturb whatever was going on in the kitchen. I can't really explain that either. It was just the way the incident played out.