When I was a child, I had a small wooden rocking chair in my room. I don’t remember ever actually using the thing, but my parents decided it was a good enough decoration to have when we moved to our new house.

I remember feeling strange in this new house at night. The feeling of being watched was pretty present, too.

Well, a few years after moving into this house, I had been sitting up on my bed reading when, out of nowhere, music started playing.

I looked over to see this little wooden rocking chair rocking—apparently, it had a music box in the back of it I never knew about. I ran out of the room to my

parents screaming, who laughed at me and told me, “You must have hit it playing around.” Except I know I was on the bed the whole time… and the thing started moving by itself.

The very first hotel I worked at, I started at the front desk on the 3 PM to 11 PM shift. There was always someone with me from 2 PM to 10 PM, so I only had a little over an hour alone at the desk. Our kitchen closed at 10 PM, so by 10:15 PM, it was usually just the bartender and me still there.

One night, close to 11 PM, there was a massive noise from the kitchen area. The bartender and I ran back there to check it out, and we saw that every single pot, pan, ladle, spoon—everything hanging from the ceiling racks—was on the floor. It was complete chaos.

After our shift, we watched the security footage, and there was no one in the kitchen when it happened. I have no explanation for it. It’s one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me, and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.