This is my first post on any type of paranormal forum page. I have always believed there are paranormal entities out there and have read many a story and browsed numerous collections of evidence. I have always been reluctant to post any experiences or discuss any with friends as they are all skeptics. However, on that note here I go.
This particular experience is not glamorous or over-the-top but none the less I felt this site was a fitting spot to share it. It happened almost 5 years ago. My boyfriend was working in a small Podunk town an hour drive from our city (which is the closest major city, population 110,000). The population of this Podunk town is less than a thousand and is in North Western Ontario.
He was living in a single wide trailer in the trailer park along with one of his then friends. They both drove snow plough and my boyfriend was on night shift. He left for work at 11:30pm for his midnight to 8:00am shift, while his friend and I sat down to watch a movie. Now the layout of the trailer was as follows: the back of the trailer was his friend's room, my boyfriends room was off the small hallway next to the bathroom, the kitchen was as soon as you walked into the trailer, a small closet divided the kitchen from the living room which was to the right of the entrance. The living room was laid out that one couch backed on the closet and the other under the windows at the front. I sat on the couch backing on the closet, it was the comfiest.
Throughout the movie I heard small tappings and scratching (like someone trying to pick something off a wall with their index finger) from the closet. I dismissed it as creaking due to the cold; it was -25 to -28 Celsius. Half way through the movie the friend left as he had been pocket dialed by his then girlfriend while she was on a date with another guy. Oops. He left abruptly to head to our city. I was left alone.
The sound from the closet grew more frequent not louder just at closer intervals; again I dismissed it as cold weather creaking. I called my boyfriend at around quarter to one in the morning to let him know his friend had left and I was just finishing the movie and heading to bed. I told him of the noises from the closet, he said "Oh yeah that is just our Podunk Poltergeist." chuckled and we said goodnight. I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard footsteps in the hall.
There was one spot in the hall that always squeaked loudly if you stepped on it, we all knew where it was and avoided it at night to avoid waking anyone up. It squeaked. I rolled over and called out to his friend thinking he had returned and in his state had forgotten about the spot. There was no answer only the sound of heavy footsteps and the trailer shaking side to side as if someone was stomping down the hall.
I will point out there was no wind it was a calm, clear night. I was awake when the friend returned at 7:30am to get ready for his shift at 8:00am. These sounds and hall walks happened a few more times during the time he lived there. None of us ever felt negativity in the trailer and were merely intrigued by the happenings. We never tried to communicate. I am wary on this front as I wish not to inadvertently open a door I could not close or hold someone here who is trying to get to the other side.
I will also note the trailer park was located across the road from the grave yard. However, this is only a side note and I do not wish to imply/indicate/suggest it was due to the cemetery across the road that the trailer was spiritually active but perhaps.