Weird spirit who likes to move kettles

[worn zealot]

Hey guys! It is my first time chatting here, but the recent sightings i've had, i just have to tell you guys. So where i live, which is in Latvia, a lot of paranormal sh0t has happened in the past, de0d soldiers making appearances and some old white lady and black lady type of things in the castle's. The castle's are the most haunted usually, we even have photo evidence of a dead knight, who suppousedly guards the castle even after he's d0ath. Now, my story is not as interesting as you might expect, but still, nontheless creepy. When i was around 5 or 6 years old, i woke up in the middle of the night, hearing these strange noises. I was trying to figure them out, but it was hard to make them out. Sounded like metal clanging. I realized the light was on, and since i did not have a clock in my room at the time and smartphones weren't a thing for the average medium-class kindergarten child, i thought it was my parents making breakfast, as they usually do early in the morning, so when we, the kids, wake up, have something to eat. As i get out of my bed, i start to have this eerie feeling. I walk down the stairs from my room to the first floor, where, suppousedly, my parents are making breakfast, but as i make my way lower down the stairs, i get a more eerie feeling, i walk down, and i see no one. Absolutely no one. The lights are on, the kettle drawer is open, but no one is there. And since those stairs are the only way up to the second floor, where we sleep, there was no way a person could just simply get upstairs. At this point i was terrified, i ran up back the stairs to my mother's room, she is sleeping, my brother is sleeping, my father is sleeping, then i go look at the time and it is around 3 10 - 3 33 am. I run back to my bed and go to sleep. In the morning i asked my parents what were those sounds, they heard nothing. They saw, nothing. Almost as if this was a dream, but it was not, because the light was still on in the kitchen. I have more paranormal stories about my house and they get even crazier, to the point where i come face-to-face with the spirits. If you want me to i will write them for you.