When I was around 15 or 16 y/o, I witnessed something very unusual and strange which I still have no idea about and can only relate it with the paranormal.
This never really spooked me out at first but now remembering it, is enough to send shivers down my spine. To begin with the story, I cannot point the finger to exactly when it started and when it came to an end but one night out of the blue, there was a very loud noise of the kitchenware being smashed around. Like the glasses breaking, other metals and plastic things getting shattered etc. It was so clear and close that I can tell it was from my place.
I told my parents immediately and we went to the kitchen but no clue of anything. Again after returning to the bedroom I could hear it, getting louder. I was scared as if someone or something is really dangerous that shouldn't be ignored just like that. But all I could to do was feel scared continuously for minutes, pray in my head and try to figure out what it was. That night, I slept a little late but it continued in the consecutive days and everytime it was so unnerving and I did not understand how my parents cannot hear it. I used to have thoughts as if the next second someone would trespass and cause hurt. Because, at that time I was nowhere near to any ghostly thoughts, I again tried to conclude it as some annoying neighbours. And if it is something haunted then that was enough to make me sick in the stomach.
We live in an apartment building on the 3rd floor and a little brief about the noise - it only occured at midnights and it was so loud that it couldn't be from my neighbour's place it had to be so near that I was puzzled already. Continuing to next few days, I again informed my parents that it really freaks me out and I can't sleep without getting disturbed almost daily, due to that. But they only doubted me for cracking pranks on them and told me to shut it and sleep which I did. It lasted for a couple of months 2 or 3 and then stopped on it's own.
In between those months, there was a certain period of time when I realised that something was actually fishy about this whole scenario which went unseen until now, because of the fact that both the neighbouring buildings on our side are vacant from a long time and on the front there's a main road and a park and on the back there are slums which are nowhere near to our territory. It is impossible to listen so clear sounds from other buildings in the area which are afar. The other floors/ apartments in our building were also vacant at that time. Also, the most important fact that those sounds were so close as if from my own kitchen, contrary, to which the kitchen was always clean not even a spoon displaced from its previous position. The more I used to dwell in it, the more scarier it got.
I'm not saying we live in the countryside or something. We reside at one of the most busy streets of the city but, maybe coincidentally at that period of time- our building (except for our flat), our neighbouring houses were vacant. I am also not saying that those other buildings could be the source of anything evil because those noises, I still remember, everytime I heard them I could only tell it was from my own kitchen which was scary. The noise being so loud and clear, why was it only heard by me? And why, until date I'm completely clueless about it's source? Given, if they were due to something other than paranormal, then how is it possible for someone to daily smash things around for like 10 to 15 minutes "continuously", and that too daily at midnights?
It would be sheer lie if I said I wasn't affected by it, because I was. But not as much (maybe because it wasn't harmful in any way). I used to feel really irritated due to those sounds and scared also but dose off to sleep after sometime. My parents were also starting to get annoyed with me as we had checked our kitchen for like the hundredth time during that period of month and they never even encountered any such noise. I'd never wish to discuss on it any further with them or anyone else for that matter because I know it's hard to believe but I'm convinced that it could be paranormal. Later, it only became a bad memory from the past. But now, thinking back on it, it seems spookier. Also because one of these days it happened again. Just for once though, like a reminder.
Any suggestions? And Thanks for reading.