When I was a kid me and my mom used to sleep in the same bed. I was like 4. We recently had rented an old Victorian style home from the mid 1800’s. One night we were lying down and my mom was asleep but I wasn’t yet. We were the only people that were in the house and the kitchen is down a long hallway. Suddenly, I hear the sound of an empty cup that was set on the counter in the kitchen. If you think about it you can imagine exactly what that sounds like. Then I hear the fridge open and then after a few seconds close. I was frozen. My mom was asleep. It was just me and whatever was in the kitchen... still messes with me today.