Strange occurrences in an apartment: clattering dishes, a shadow behind the door, and other incidents

I'll add my stories.

In early childhood there was a fucking thing in the kitchen. I don't remember my exact age then (3 years old maybe), but back then dad was often not home, and I stayed with mom when I wasn't at kindergarten. And when we sat together in the living room, the dishes in the kitchen would clatter like hell. As if someone or something was deliberately banging all the plates, cups, jars. But nothing was broken. When mom went to check what was in the kitchen, it would immediately stop. I don't remember when it finally stopped, but I was still a kindergartener. Mom also told me that when she married dad, when she moved in, and he went to work or to drink, or just to whore around, yeah, my biological father too. Yeah, he turned out not to be my real father, but in childhood I considered him dad, until he kicked the bucket, the bastard, but the thread isn't about that, the dishes in the kitchen also rumbled for a while. She thinks it's domovoi. She also told me that she performed a ritual. I don't remember the details, but she came to her mom's house with a bag, read a spell like "domovoi, get in the bag". Then she returned home with that bag, opened it, said some other incantation "come out, now this is your new home". And that fucking shit with the dishes stopped. Before my birth. Also, back then they didn't keep any pets.

Next, again about the kitchen. Around age 4, I remember sitting at home with dad, while mom was at work. I was messing around, playing with toys, while dad just sat in the living room on the couch behind the armchair and snoozed in front of the TV. It was daytime. While I was messing around, I ended up in the corridor that led to the kitchen. The kitchen was closed with a door, yeah, a door to the kitchen, Soviet classic. Inside it had glass, I remember how a few years ago, in my days as a shitposter, I made a thread about how I smashed that glass in a rage when no one was home. I sat in front of that door, looked through the crack, what the fuck are you doing, what are you doing there, I was thinking about something, I don't remember what. I got deep in thought and at some point I saw a shadow in the crack, as if a cat was sitting behind the door casting it. I looked through the glass, for a split second I saw very vaguely a dark something, sitting with its back to me, and that it was still small. That's all I remember about it. I remember sitting a bit more, staring at that glass, then I went to dad, woke him up, asked, like, do we have a cat? He said there's no cat. When mom came home from work, I asked her, but she said the same as dad.

Next I'll tell about a memory between those two above. There's no particular fuckery, but it deserves a mention. Anyway, back then they often turned off the hot water in summer, like now too. And sometimes mom took me to wash at her sister's, i.e., my aunt's. That aunt lived with my grandma, her husband, daughter, and plus her brother. A lot of people (that's why my mother decided to get married) yeah, but their communal apartment was better then. So mom filled the bath with water for me, sat me in it and left, leaving me to wash and bathe alone. And an important detail, it should be mentioned. At that time my uncle had to go somewhere out of the apartment. I don't remember where, either to the store or to meet someone. Doesn't matter. For some fairly stretchable period of time. Maybe 20 minutes. Well, here goes. I remember I'm bathing. I lie on my back, submerge completely in the water. And as if I fall asleep. I don't remember that dream specifically anymore. The only thing is like a drawn-out sound in my ears, even pleasant. That periodically repeats itself. It also reminds me of some ambient from the hum of hot water pipes. I don't remember the rest at all. As if there was some internal monologue, but as if there wasn't. And as if I was talking to some group, but as if not. As if I wasn't talking to anyone in my head at all, but as if I was. Anyway, in the end I remember that I open my eyes, realize I'm lying on the bottom of the bathtub. I see through the water the light bulb on the ceiling. I get up from the water. I breathe, seems like I breathe normally. Then through the door I hear that uncle is entering the apartment, saying something. So he returned. And attention. How did I breathe while being under water for quite a long time. How the fuck. I pondered this question then, but couldn't get to an answer. And now I can't figure out how I didn't kick the bucket. How? I didn't tell anyone about this case then. Because for some reason I deemed it necessary not to tell.

There's one more strange story left. And a few minor ones.

At 6, I don't remember exactly, maybe it was 7, I woke up in the middle of the night, wanted to drink water. When I woke up I felt somehow uneasy for some reason. I go to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of water from the filter. I drink it. I've almost finished, when bam, a loud female scream, a shriek, like hell, from the corner above, from the corner where the fridge stood. I was fucking shocked. To avoid shitting bricks I immediately bolted from the kitchen back to bed and tried to fall asleep faster. Many years later, when I got interested in mysticism, mythology, I learned about kikimoras, and that they can do such things. Plus from the post above I learned about the witching hour. I don't know what time of day it was then, but I'll risk assuming it was 3 a.m. Then the picture adds up that maybe a kikimora was scaring me at that time. Who believes, believes.

Another case was recently. Around 2020. By the way, a cat has lived in the apartment for many years. So I'm lying on the couch in the evening. Resting. I hear the cat in the kitchen found some shit and started playing with it. At first I don't pay much attention. Then I thought, what if he eats that shit. I say loudly, like, stop playing. For a minute the sounds of claws scratching the floor stopped. Then he started playing again. I say again, like, enough. The sounds don't stop anymore. I decided to take and throw away that shit. I get up from the couch and see that the cat has been lying next to the couch for a while and I just didn't see him. I think, what the fuck, what is this shit. I go to the kitchen, turn on the light. And there's no one and nothing there. The floor is clean, nothing lies on it. My kitchen is strange.

And I'll also mention, about a year ago I was lying on the couch in the evening again, already falling asleep. I thought I had locked the door. Then I hear a knock on the door frame, which is between the living room, where I was sleeping then, and the corridor leading to the kitchen. As if someone tapped their finger several times. I jump up, look around. Seems like nothing is anywhere. I decide to check the front door just in case, whether I locked it. And fuck. It wasn't locked at all. Locking it, I think, if it's a domovoi, then thanks for the reminder. And I'm shocked at the same time.

That's about it. I'll stop here for now.