At the home we live in presently, there seems to be two main areas of the house that are most active; The main hallway leading to the bedrooms, and the kitchen.
Once, when our oldest son Chris was visiting, he told me about a TV show he had recently seen that told the story of a family in Kansas who had experienced some frightening hauntings. He and I decided to get on the internet and see if we could find out more information on the family.
We found a website dedicated to telling their story, and as we were reading some of the background, we heard a sound coming from the kitchen.
“Scoot. Clack, clack, clack.”
I leaned back in my chair and poked my head into the kitchen, and I quickly noticed that a butter knife had landed in the middle of the kitchen floor, so I got up and walked into the kitchen to pick up the knife and put it in the sink.
I thought it was kind of odd because I noticed that the butter dish was five inches from the end of the counter, so how the butter knife got into the middle of the floor was beyond me.
Chris and I went back to the website and had just clicked into a set of photographs the family had taken that showed some strange images in their home when suddenly we heard another sound.
“Scoot. Scoot. Clang, clang.”
We shot out of our chairs and stepped into the kitchen. What we found was the butter plate in the middle of the kitchen floor, and a big gob of butter on the refrigerator. The plate had slid across the counter, hit the refrigerator and crashed to the floor.
We clicked out of that website right away.