We have a cabin that we come to around every month, living on the island part time. It's about over a hundred years old inhabitaed by many family members before us. Around the time I was six, I was sleeping on the couch with a sleeping bag overnight. the living room and the kitchen were attached by a big no-door entryway so you could see the kitchen from the couch. It was late, maybe eleven PM and I was looking out the window towards Active Pass. I was already scared out of my wits from sleeping alone. No one was awake in the house, my parents were sleeping in the other room, and everything was silent, there was no draft or doors/windows open in the house, when suddenly from the kitchen, near the stove, I hear a loud clang of pots and pans, like someone hitting them together. It was only for a split second and I turned towards the stove. No one was there.