I’m using the term “paranormal” here to mean “unexplained”. I am not claiming that any of my these experiences were ghosts, or demons, or angels, or aliens, or interdimensional travelers. Although, I am pretty intrigued by the idea that I am living my own version of Interstellar, however unlikely that may be.

I was probably 13 or 14 when this happened and this was the last paranormal experience I had… until recently. My family was at my neighbors house, just hanging out. It got to be my bedtime and my mom told me to go home, put myself to bed, and they’d be right behind me. So, I did that very thing. As I lay in bed, waiting to fall asleep, I started to hear footsteps in the kitchen. Step-step-step. Step-step-step. Step-step-step. I was completely freaked out. I knew my parents hadn’t come home because I would’ve heard them talking. Whatever it was, it was silent, except for the step-step-step. Maybe 5-10 minutes passed with me under my blankets, holding my breath, listening to the creepy sound of a stranger walking around in my kitchen. Finally, my parents finally came home. As soon as I heard them, I yelled for them to tell them what had happened.

My mother told me that she was in our neighbors kitchen and through their window saw a shadow going back and forth in our kitchen. She came back earlier than intended to try to bust me for not doing what I was suppose to be doing. Instead, she was seeing what I was hearing.

Was it a ghost? Was it my future self traveling through time and space? Or was it absolutely nothing? I’ll never know.