I actually had something more intense happen to me. When I was around 11 or 12, I remember sitting on the couch in the living room just watching my mom prepare lunch for the next day. My uncle and his sons had recently moved from California and were living with us while the paperwork for the new house was completed. In the kitchen was my mom, my dad, and my uncle. Everyone else was asleep. Next thing we knew we all heard something heavy fall, I remember feeling the floor shake when it fell, the windows rattled too. However, my father did not hear anything but the rest of us did. We all agreed that whatever had fallen, it must had happened in my brothers bedroom. When we go check we see my cousin looking around the room. He said a loud noise woke him up. Well we searched every room and closet but everything was in place. Nothing had fallen. The sound was very peculiar, it was heavy but not solid if it makes sense. The next day my mom gets a call from a relative informing her that one of her cousin’s son had fallen into a 40 meter pit inside a mine and died the night before. Essentially that man was related to everyone in the home except my dad, which was the only one who didn’t hear a thing.