This doesn't really fit under the topic 'Depression' but I thought I would post it anyway, because it doesn't seem to fit under any of the other categories either...

Well first off I will start by saying that I am a little ill at the moment (just a cold) but maybe that influenced what I experienced.

Well on Friday I was alone in the house sitting at my computer like I am now, here in the living room, at the front of the house, and I could hear noises from the kitchen, at the back of the house. The door to the kitchen is about three metres away from where I'm sitting right now and I could hear these noises above the whirring of the computer. It sounded like someone was in there, moving around quietly. For a while I didn't believe it, because the back door to the kitchen was locked, but the door is part of patio doors of glass, and I remembered about thieves who had used glass cutters to get into people's houses. But then I heard a definite noise and I knew I had to do something about it.

So obviously I didn't go into the kitchen because you should never confront anybody who is there, because they might have a gun or something. So I went as quietly as I could out of the front door and walked around to the back of the house, to see if the door was ok and the glass was intact. It was and when I looked through the windows there was nobody there. I just put it down to an overactive imagination, though it had scared me a lot, because from the noises I had been almost certain there was somebody in the other room.

Well this morning, I woke up briefly hearing footsteps, but I convinced myself that it wasn't possible I had heard footsteps because I was alone in the house, and I went back to sleep again. But then I woke up, I was defintely awake, and I could definitely hear footsteps, they woke me up. I was in my bedroom and I could hear footsteps in the hall downstairs, which is tiled and hard. The person was walking up and down. It is quite a long hall. I wondered who it was. Was it my dad coming back early from work? Had my aunt, who lives next-door-but-one and who has a key, let herself in? But I couldn't imagine why they would do that and not call up the stairs to tell me they were there. I couldn't see it being a burglar of any sort, because they don't walk up and down hallways.

But all the same I dressed quietly and didn't put up my blind (which reminds me it is still shut) because of the noise it would make. I didn't hear footsteps when I was getting dressed though, and I wondered why. So I quietly opened my door and went down the stairs, and there was nobody in the house, nobody at all except me.

So was this some kind of auditory hallucination?

BTW for anyone who wants to say 'It could be a ghost,' this house was built in 1998 and I have lived in it since it was new, and before that it was an estate of bungalows mainly for old folk, erected after WW2, and before that it was a marl pit, so as far as I am aware, nobody has died gruesomely, and nobody has a reason for haunting me.