Recently, I've been thinking about all of the paranormal experiences that I have had in my home. As far as I can remember, there are only one or two that I have not shared with you. One of them, I'm not even sure can be considered a paranormal experience.
The one I am about to share with you however, most certainly can. It happened probably about 4-6 months ago now.
My sister was sitting in our Living Room watching her shows. I had come downstairs to talk to her a little bit, and maybe ask her to watch tv in her room because I wanted to play a couple video games.
We were talking about how we wanted to do something over the weekend, when all of a sudden we hear something fall off a shelf in the pantry. As soon as that happened, we were both really creeped out. Both of our parents had already gone upstairs, and the shelves in our pantry are too high for our cats to reach. I walk into the kitchen, and sitting in the pantry doorway, is a box of cereal. You would think, that if a box of cereal had fallen, it would have landed on its widest side right? This box was standing up; just like you would see it on a shelf. I stood in the entrance of our kitchen and just stared it. I wasn't sure what to do. Normally, I would pick the box up, and put it back on the shelf, but something was telling me that picking it up, was the last thing I wanted to do. I was frozen.
I must have only been standing there for a few seconds, but it felt like a lot longer. I very slowly left the room, keeping my eyes on the box for as long as I could. As soon as I got back to the living room, I told my sister what I had seen. She could tell that something about the whole situation had scared me. She went a little pale, and glanced at the kitchen door. I couldn't help but notice how tense things had become.
I honestly believe, that my sister and I made the right choice that night when we decided to go back upstairs, and not come back down until morning.