When I was a child, I had a small wooden rocking chair in my room that I never used but came with us when we moved to a new house. I often felt watched in that house at night. A few years later, I was reading in bed when, suddenly, music started playing. I turned to see the rocking chair moving on its own. It had a hidden music box I never knew about. I bolted to my parents, screaming, but they dismissed it, thinking I had triggered it by accident. I knew I hadn’t touched it.
Another time, while working the night shift at a hotel, a loud crash from the kitchen startled the bartender and me. We found every pot, pan, and utensil from the ceiling racks scattered across the floor. Reviewing security footage, no one had entered the kitchen. It remains unexplained to this day.
Another chilling event happened while babysitting when all the kitchen cabinets mysteriously opened on their own. Each experience left me deeply unsettled.
