My room mates and I have just moved into a brand new place - and it's kind of funny, because I almost expected it to be just like my last place. Calm, no weird happenings, etc. The one thing about my last place was that it wasn't really "homey" and this place is, it feels like home - we've all settled quite nicely into our separate rooms.
There's two of us girls upstairs, and the two boys downstairs. The first night we spent there, our fourth guy room mate was in Ontario and had not moved any of his things inside. Mikey on the other hand has the bedroom right below mine (which is the master bedroom). I am a sound sleeper unless my cell phone rings, and then I wake up within seconds. The other girl and I were sound asleep passed out in my bed, we were both exhausted, and I had the television on to kind of drown out any background noise from outside (there's an alleyway just behind our backyard and the cars going past along the gravel is pretty loud and annoying when you're trying to fall asleep, well, it is for me anyhow). Mikey was apparently the last to fall asleep. Our floors are EXTREMELY creaky, but the only time they creak is when there's pressure put in certain areas.
The next morning we woke up - and decided (because we're exciting hilarious fun girls) to go wake Mike up. He was kind of laying there just dozing and then asked us what the heck we were up to in the middle of the night. "It sounded like you two were creeping around up and down the hallways," we just looked at one another and disagreed with him. "Dude, we were sleeping..." Of course he didn't believe us at first, and then he sat up - "You're telling me I... Dude, this house is haunted isn't it?" We laughed it off.
We went out for a cigarette, the two of them were sitting in our side yard and I had forgotten my lighter. I went into my bedroom to grab it and behind me the door slammed shut. I immediately looked at the window... Not open. I looked at my fan, on - but on low, and pointing at the ground. I opened my bedroom door nice and slowly, propped it open with a giant stuffed yellow duck from my bed, and said "please don't do that again..." and went outside with a shocked look on my face.
I told the other two that my window was open, I don't need them freaking out just yet - and I hope nothing else happens. But I have a feeling that this isn't the end of it. My girlfriend who is living upstairs with me gets scared incredibly easily, and the last thing I need is for her to be crawling into bed with me having a bit of a freak out (because she does do that, and has been that way for the past 8 years, I'm like her big sister when it comes to her becoming paranoid about noises and what not) and Mikey and our other room mate are total skeptics. They'll laugh it off any day, but I think that creaking really got to Mike that night after realizing that we weren't awake at all. And there was no movement on the bed or near where the bed was, it was in the middle of my room and up and down the hallway. Geeeehhh...
I'll keep you posted. We just moved into this place last Wednesday, and so far these are the only two things that have happened. It's strangely comfortable there, like - I don't feel anything negative. I don't understand why my door would have slammed shut, though... There was no breeze, it was boiling hot - I had my window closed to keep the heat out, and my fan was definitely not on full blast - even if it was the thing looks like it was made in the 80's, it would probably fall apart.