The day after my 18th birthday, I moved from Ohio to Maryland and lived with my uncle and aunt. One weekend in November, they went to her home state to visit and I stayed there. My aunt had a huge hanging shelf made out of seashells. This thing was floor to ceiling long and I have no idea how big around. Only that it was huge. Anyway, they hadn't yet found a place to hang it so it stayed on the basement floor. Now, there was nothing freaky about this basement. It was actually very nice. It was finished and had a couple of rooms down there, washer/dryer, etc nothing scary about it at all.
On the Saturday night they were gone, I was upstairs in bed. I'm not sure what time it was, just that it was dark outside. In November it could have been anywhere from 6:00 pm - 6:00 am, so I really have no idea what time it was. I would guess somewhere around 10:00 or so. Anyway, my uncle and aunt had a cat named Jeff. Jeff and I took a liking to each other and he would sleep in my bed. That night, as normal, Jeff was lying in bed with me when I heard something outside my bedroom door. It was that hanging shelf! I could hear the seashells rattling, like someone was holding it and shaking it really hard. Jeff and I both freaked out. Jeff laid there just staring at the door, his hair raised, ears back, eyes narrowed. I just laid there, prayed and read my Bible. I think I stayed awake until the sun came up. The next morning I went downstairs and the shelf was on the floor where it had always been. I tried telling my uncle about it but, being my favorite uncle he, of course, made complete fun of me.