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This is about something that happened one night in 2012 I believe. Something that for about an hour made me question reality like never before. I was never a superstitious person, I've always been skeptical (and still am). If there's something I can't know or understand, I remain agnostic about it, supposing that the reason for whatever it is is based on something I already know or just something logical and demonstrable.

What happened that night forced me not only to change that thinking for a moment, but also take for an answer things that would drive me crazy and would've fallen in despair if the truth wasn't revealed later that same night.

Just like most nights, I was in the upper floor on my PC. It was on a weekend's night, around 1-3am. I don't remember what I was exactly doing, most probably browisng or chatting and listening to music. This PC wasn't in my room though. It was right up the stairs in a room with mostly old stuff and a couple of computers. You can see all the stairs and part of the kitchen by turning around from the desktop through the railings (pic)  so you can perfectly hear whatever is happening in there, from people  talking or watching tv to my dog walking around or the noise the fridge and microwaves make. But the only thing I can see of that place is just a little bit of the floor that is close to the stairs.

So I was just on the PC as I mentioned above until I suddenly heard an odd noise, like a plastic bottle falling to the floor in the kitchen. Like any other person would think, I just supposed that a little wind got in from a window and made an empty bottle fall. I decided t go down the stairs to pick it up because my dog sleeps there and he likes playing with bottles, which would make too much noise for the rest of the family in such a late time.

But when I got to the kitchen, I saw the bottle right in the middle of the floor, far from any table or any surface. I thought it was weird for it to go to far. "Doesn't matter" I thought, "Maybe it just rolled" I told to myself. I picked it up and put it on the kitchen table with a paper roll beside to prevent it from falling again.

As soon as I went up the stairs and got back to the PC, I heard the same noise again. I went down to see, and the very same bottle was lying in the middle of the kitchen's floor again. I didn't know how it fell after me securing it from falling the way I did. When I picked it up I saw there were many other empty plastic soda bottles on the kitchen table, so I just put it between those so it'd be impossible for that one bottle in specific or any of those to fall. I went back to the PC and in less that 2 minutes, I heard all bottles falling at once. It was a big noise, all the bottles falling to the ground at the same time and bouncing all around the place. I went down the stairs running, but all I saw was just that, a bunch of empty plastic bottles on the ground. I looked at my dog to see if by any chance he jumped and touched the bottles for some reason, but he was sleeping and far from this part of the kitchen. Besides he's a yorkshire terrier, too small for him to reach that place.

I couldn't explain to myself how the bottles fell. All the windows were closed, there wasn't any place where any wind could come from, but they still fell. I didn't want to think about it too much so I just picked them all up and put them exactly how they were before, it'd be just too weird if they all fell again. I went up the stairs and back to the PC and in less than one minute after, I heard other things falling. Again, I went down running as fast as I could, just in an instant, but I only saw a couple of forks, a salt shaker and a plastic plate on the ground. I started to stress myself out but I was still sane enough, so I just picked them up and put them on the kitchen table the same way they were before.

I went back to the pc and I suddenly heard a LOT of things falling this time, a complete mess, I heard not only bottles and forks but also a lot of more stuff as well. I went down running as fast as I could again, and I saw just that, a bunch of random kitchen shit thrown at the floor and two shelve doors opened. Those doors are very up above by the way, and things from there were on the ground.

I picked up everything and put everything in their dire place. My anxiety was growing, I was getting nervous because I couldn't find any explanation for this situation. So I concluded someone was playing me a prank. It'd be too weird for someone to do it at such a late time but it was the only possible explanation. I went to everyone's bedroom, but they were all sleeping with their doors closed. Their doors opening can be heard from the PC place but I never heard them that night.

I then decided to stay in the middle of the kitchen for at least 10 minutes, waiting for the things to fall again so I could see what was causing it... but nothing happened. 10 minutes passed but I still was very curious so I waited more, but after 20 minutes, nothing happened still (remember things were falling as soon as I got back to the PC, so this was a very long time without things falling again). Got tired of it so I went back to the PC, but AS SOON as I sat, I heard things falling again. I went down running and scared, I was extremely confused at this point. I started looking around all the kitchen, I turned on all the lights but I saw nothing. I checked every single corner of it but I found nothing at all. I opened the door and went to the backyard to see if someone was hiding there and doing the suspected prank, but nobody was  there. My dog started to freak out when he saw me behaving like that and started following me around. After many minutes searching and finding nothing, my mother came to the kitchen and told me she woke up from all the noise and asked me what happened. I just told her some things fell so I went there to pick them up. And so did I, and went back up the stairs again, this time expecting things to fall again. Around 2 minutes after, a lot of things fell and my dog started barking crazy this time. I went down quickly and saw even more shelve doors opened and things on the floor. Even a broom now was thrown there and even more things. My dog was barking at empty walls looking all confused.

I was so freaked out at this point that I decided not to leave the kitchen ever again until I saw the things falling with my own eyes. I didn't care if I had to stay there all day long. I was staying in the middle of the kitchen and in less than a minute I heard something behind me, like a light step. I freaked out and instinctively turned around and I saw one bottle losing it's balance until it fell to the ground. There was nothing close to it, I just saw it losing its balance and falling to the ground with my own eyes. I had no idea what to think. I was grabbing my head trying to find an explanation to all of this.