Debbie Does Drivel

It's 4AM and I think our house is haunted.
It'd be newly haunted...perhaps I created a spirit with my angst, or maybe one of us brought one with us from the store or something by accident. Maybe all my Buffy-watching gave birth to something which now lives in my home.
Either way, a coupla weird things have happened this week.

For one, Kevin told me that earlier this week he was awoken by the very strong feeling that something was leaning over him and staring him in the face. He was so shaken by the feeling he checked under all the beds.
The next day, he didn't even want to talk about it beyond giving me a quick synopsis of the experience. He was so freaked out hours later.

Then, I woke up tonight with a pressure on my chest. Being a hypochodriac, I immediately thought "respiratory distress," so I got up and tried to relieve the pressure with ibuprofen and water.
Several minutes later, as I was in the bathroom picking zits to distract myself, there was a LOUD noise which came from the direction of our bedroom. It sounded like a big pile of books falling off a dresser (which is what I thought it was). I went to the bedroom and Kev was on the edge of the bed looking out the window. He thought the sound came from outside. SO, he runs outside with a bat, while I'm certain the threat is from within.

We still don't know what it was, but it was an unmistakable hugely sonic vibration. It's like hearing a car crash and not seeing cars anywhere...

Now, I just thought I heard someone walking in the living room...and Kevin is checking the house...
though I could have imagined that walking sound.

But maybe not...