“I used to live in Florida in an area that pretty much had a bar and a gas station within walking distance. I had moved in with a coworker of my boyfriend’s and his family.
From the minute we moved in they claimed everything from the trailer behind theirs was haunted, to, there was a Bigfoot in the woods around their trailer. Now, I’m somewhat of a skeptic, I tend to not believe things as anything more then a story unless I personally have an experience or have proof of an actual haunting or creepy stuff happening.
Well I got my proof when I lived there. It started small; the feeling of being watched while in the bathroom or in the back rooms when I was home alone, the feeling that someone/something was in my room watching me sleep. It got so bad that when we put tinfoil in the window to block out the summer heat (most trailers don’t have central air so living in them is like living in an oven when temperatures reach over 100 degrees) I made sure there weren’t any holes because I always felt like I was going to look towards the window and see someone staring at me from outside.
It escalated shortly after that, first my roommate claimed something threw her cat off the roof, I wouldn’t have believed her if I didn’t hear the sounds of a distressed cat myself. Every time I walked outside day or night I felt like I was being watched.
Throughout these experiences I was able to rationalize most of them ‘it’s just me being paranoid,’ or ‘it’s just because the cat got in a fight with another animal,’ etc.
However there’s one thing I’ve never been able to explain away, one night I had gotten up to use the bathroom. The people I lived with were nocturnal so the hallway and bathroom lights were usually left on most of the night, after finishing up in the bathroom I walked out into the hallway and was near the backdoor when I heard three loud, and I mean, loud, knocks coming from outside the door.
Now it was about 2-3 in the morning, too late for visitors or anyone really to be coming over and everyone in the house was home. I went to open it and just as I reached for the door handle I got a horrible sense of foreboding and dread. Instead I walked to the living room where one of my room mates was and asked him if he heard the knocking.
He stated he didn’t but decided to go check outside the house anyway, he walked the entire perimeter and couldn’t find any evidence of anyone having been outside, no recent tire tracks or foot prints in the yard, nothing.
I decided to move out shortly after that experience, and still haven’t found anything to explain away the knocking.”