Forks and Knives

From: Jason (vittorio301@earthlink.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Kitchen of my two-story apartment
Source: Form Submission

Years ago I used to live with my mother and sister in a two-story house that had seen its share of time. At night I would wake from my sleep for no reason and stay awake laying in bed thinking how, to dose off. Then the sound of kitchen drawers opening and silver ware shifting filled my ears. It's my mom I thought and ignored it as my sister was sound asleep in her bed. This went off and on so I never gave it another thought. On one of my sleepless nights, I was on the edge of sleep when I heard the silver ware shifting again. Curious, I rose to my feet and decided to investigate what my mom could be looking for so late in the night. Making my way to the stairs, I heard a faint breathing coming from my mother's bedroom, my heart began to pound through my ears, it was then did I realize it wasn't my mother downstairs rummaging through the silver ware.

To this day, I still don't know what caused those noises ever so often. If I close my eyes I can still hear the forks and knifes striking each other.