The Strange Crash In The Kitchen

My friend recently moved into the attic of a home in suburban Rhode Island, not far away from Providence. The home is that same Folk Victorian style you see all throughout the northeastern United States. The home consists of of three levels: the ground level, the second floor, and the third floor/attic space, all of which are converted into units designed for one family in each. My friend lives in the top level of the home.

My friend is very spiritually attuned, as am I, and prior to moving into the house, she had sent me photos of it right after signing the lease to see if I got any inkling of spiritual energy in the photos. Neither of us did. The home was built in 1900 so it makes sense for there to be residual energy, but it was not readily perceptible. Unlike the other homes I have written about in my other stories, there was no feeling of being watched, no feeling of heaviness and no oppressive feeling. So the little things we began to notice surprised us.

For context of the layout of the unit in which she lived: The door to outside was in the kitchen, which led to wooden stairs that ran along the side of the house outside to the ground level. Off the kitchen was a small hallway with three rooms attached: my friend's room, her kids' room, and the bathroom, and a door that led to the stairs to the second floor of the house. This was the entirety of her level of the home, it was tiny and standing in the hallway you could see into every single room in the house.

The first time I visited the home, we were in her room watching television around 10:00 at night, and suddenly we both heard a crashing sound from the kitchen. It sounded like a ceramic plate had fallen and hit the floor and shattered. Her dog and two cats were all in the room with us and they heard it too, as the dog began growling and the cats darted under the bed. We immediately ran into the kitchen, confused as to what had fallen, but nothing was out of place. We checked every cabinet, every corner of the kitchen to see if something had fallen but it had not. We were very confused, but nothing else happened so we put it out of our minds and went to bed.

One week later, she called me to tell me that she heard the same noise again, around the same time and that her daughters and the animals had heard it, too. Just as before, there was no sign of anything out of place or broken in the kitchen. She also told me that one time when she was home alone with her daughters, she was in the kitchen and saw movement down the hallway toward the bathroom, and she assumed it was her daughter but a few minutes later, both daughters came into the kitchen from the opposite direction. There was no one in the bathroom when she checked. On my next visit to the house we tried as best we could to recreate the sound in the kitchen to determine what it was, but we were unable. Nothing we could clank together or drop would recreate the sound we heard.

One of her daughters said that she saw items levitating in the kitchen. One of her art projects was sitting on the microwave, it was a clay figurine she made in school. She saw it levitate, the head get torn off, and then both fall to the ground all mid-air. Not long after, items began to turn up in unexpected places. Keys would go missing, wallets, clothing items, all to turn up hours later in the most random of places.

After a while my friend stated that she would get home and just feel drained of energy, like she needed to sleep for hours and like the energy was sucked right out of her. She became so concerned by it that she set up an appointment with her doctor to see if there is a medical cause, but I have felt this, too, in the house. The noise has not been heard since, but my friend says that her youngest daughter is petrified of one of the closets in her room and says something "evil" lives in there. She also is refusing to sleep in her own room. Everyone is perplexed by these occurrences.

The house is across the street from a cemetery. I am wondering if that could be the cause.