When I was younger, not super young, maybe 14, I would always hear noises outside my bedroom in my house and I was scared of the dark in general so I figured I was just spooking myself. So anyway, I started putting a 25 pound dumbbell in front of my door, they were old doors without locks. One night I go into my room close the door, put the dumbbell in front of it and get ready for bed. I just about to drift into sleep when a hard rubbing sound wakes me up. As quickly as I wake up from the slow sound of the dumbbell rubbing on the floor, the door flies open, hard, like someone kicked it in. My bed is 90 degrees to the door so I can’t see out of it and my feet are by the door. Above my feet is the light switch, so I bolt up and turn my light on then bolt back against the wall at the head of my bed and slowly grab the aluminum bat next to my bed. The initial, “turn on the light and defend yourself” has wore off. Now I’m frozen with a bat on my bed. After what seemed like an eternity I make up my mind that I’m gonna jump into the door way and see what’s going on. I do it, nothing there. I walk to my moms room and she’s awake and goes “what the hell is that” and I’m like “what” I figure she’s talking about my door flying open but then I hear what she’s hearing: this crazy loud crunchy sound downstairs. Me and her both run down the stairs and our living room tv is static and at the highest volume it can be. Doors were locked. Windows locked. Checked the whole house, no one.