Im in my bedroom. I hear the sound of someone eating loud chips- like Dorotos. I call down to my youngest son- "N! Are you eating chips?" "No..." he calls back. The sound WAS pretty loud to have been heard from downstairs, I think. But then I think maybe its Them. The people who hide in my walls. The ones who can do anything to hurt us - and will. I run fans to drown out the noises but thats almost worse- like then I might not be able to hear them when they get near to get me with a syringe. Its better when my kids are home because sometimes they protect me.