One time as a kid, out of nowhere, I got extremely paranoid that something was upstairs in the kitchen/living room area (I was downstairs in the family room) and I hid behind a couch and practically prayed to God I wouldn't die. Nobody (besides my family and my old dogs) were in the house, and nobody was in the kitchen or the living room. I don't know why I acted so paranoid and why I even started praying to God. It's like I knew something evil was upstairs. I was too scared to even look and see what was up there. After around 20 or so minutes of basically crying and shaking in fear, I gathered enough courage to walk up the stairs and see what was going on. Nothing. It was silent. I still can't put my finger on why I got so scared that someone or something was upstairs. Really weird and creepy.