Finally have the time to post a story....I'm very long winded so apologies in advance.
When I was about 17 years old, my Mom and I stayed home alone one evening. My father was at a church meeting and I don't remember where my brother
It was about 7:30, and we were both in the living room. Mom was watching a show on television and I was reading a book.
Our house is a typical ranch-style house. Think of a long rectangle; at one end is our pantry, with an outside entrance and an inner door that
connects to the kitchen. The living room and kitchen are seperated by one wall. So when you are in the living room you can see parts of the kitchen.
We kept the washing machine and dryer in the pantry, and because they tended to be rather loud, Mom always shut the pantry door.
This night, although we weren't using the machines, the door was shut.
Suddenly, without warning, we heard a loud BANG in the pantry. It startled us both. Mom turned off the tv and I put down my book, then we just
looked at each other.
The next sound we heard was rather strange. Have you ever dropped a plastic bowl, like a Tupperware bowl? If you drop it just right, the bowl will
spin around on its edge, making a very distinctive noise. That's what we heard. Then came the sound of breaking glass. It honestly sounded like
someone was throwing glass everywhere. You could hear the pieces shattering, then rehitting the floor. It was extremly loud.
By this time about 30 seconds had passed. Mom ran for the phone. I ran for my dad's shotgun.
While Mom was on the phone with the police, I ran through the house and flipped on every light, including the outside porch lights. I was also
shouting "We're calling the police!" and "I've got a gun!" at the top of my voice. The gun wasn't loaded, I had no idea where the bullets
where and even if I knew I probably couldn't have loaded the thing, but it still felt nice to have in my hands.
The entire time Mom is talking and I'm shouting, the breaking noises continue. If anything, they escalate.
We were both standing at the junction of the living room and kitchen, Mom with the phone and me with the gun, waiting for whoever it was to open the
door and enter the kitchen. That door wasn't locked, and frankly that was a very flimsy door. It would have been child's play to break it open.
About five minutes into the event, the sounds just....stopped. Completely. And somehow that was scary than the noises. We kept listening for the
sound of the door, or for footsteps, but it was silent.
Our house was way out in the country, about twenty minutes or so from town. It took the police about ten minutes to get there, and they came with
sirens blaring. I believe there were at least two cruisers but I'm not positive.
We opened our front door and the police came in. We told them what was happening. They made me put my gun down (
) then they opened the pantry door
with guns drawn.
There was nothing there. And I mean nothing. No broken glass. No fallen dishes. Nothing.
We went through the cabinets and shelves, couldn't find anything broken. Meanwhile, the police searched the outside of our house. It had rained
early in the day, but no footprints anywhere. There was absolutely no evidence that anyone had been in the house at all. Luckily Dad got home before
they left; Mom and I were pretty freaked and there's no way we would have stayed in the house by ourselves.
Mom won't talk about this, even today, many years later. Nothing like it has occurred since.
Now I've got the willies. Going to take a break before posting any more stories!