I lived with my parents at the time that this happened. We had a nice home, I loved the kitchen. We had a bar separating the kitchen from the living room, and I would sit there everyday and do my homework there.
I'm also a total night owl. So I went into the kitchen one night, really late. I was making myself a sandwich on the counter next to the sink, so I had my back turned to the bar. When I turned around, I clearly saw something ducking under the bar. Now, I have three brothers, and their favorite pastime is trying to scare me. So I assumed that one of my brothers was trying to scare me when they saw me go into the kitchen. I froze, and slowly moved closer to the bar, wanting to scare them before they scared me. So turned the corner slightly, and I didn't see anyone. The bar was curved, so I just thought they were further down. That's when I decided to jump out and scare them. So I did just that. Only to realize that there was no one there.
I froze again, but this time I had the chills. If you've read my other stories you know these events don't really scare me, but I still get the chills sometimes.
I knew this was another paranormal experience I was having, and just went back into the kitchen to finish making my sandwich. I hurried up, put everything away as fast as I could, and left to my room. The next day I told my mom what happened, and she looked at me in disbelief. She told me that the exact same thing had happened to her, but she's not really a believer, so she hadn't told anyone. She also thought it had been one of my brothers, or me.