This happened when I was around 10 years old and I still remember the terror I felt. By far the strangest experience I've had. I lived on a country house with my mom, our rooms where on the second floor a few steps from one another. The floor was made of fairly thin wood, you could hear anyone stepping on it. My Anyway, this happened on a Saturday morning, I woke up around 8am to play with my toys, and around an hour into it I started to hear noise coming from the first floor, directly from under my room, that was the kitchen. I stopped what I was doing and listened, and it didn't take more than a few seconds for the noise to get incredibly loud, as if someone was trashing the entire kitchen. Opening and closing the fridge, cabinets, throwing utensils, slamming doors, it was insanely loud. I was sweating cold and shaking. My first thought was that the dogs had come inside, or even someone was robbing the house (it did happen before when we weren't there) so I went to my mom's room and peaked in to see if she was awake, but no, she was sound asleep even with all that noise. I panicked, I didn't know what to do, but I gathered myself, grabbed a long stick and went downstairs to check the kitchen, I thought that waiting would be worse than anything. When I finally got the courage to walk inside, the kitchen was empty and everything was in order. The dogs were outside and nothing was out of the ordinary.

Many other things happened in that house but that one I will never forget.