I know that I am new to this site and thus my credence isn't very high amongst you all. I know also that I have no right to claim to be a psychic or medium. However, I will tell my story as it happened as truthfully as my memory will allow me to recount it.
The first closet I speak of was the one in my bedroom in the first apartment I recall living in. I lived in this apartment from age 2 to about age 3, give or take a few months.
From what I can remember is that the closest was (to me at the time) a rather large, spacious walk-in type. It doubled as both toy storage and playroom for me and my elder brother and any friends we had over. I don't recall being frightened of the closet at first. However, that changed on a day that I had friends over for a play date. I recall one of the children, a girl of about 4, finding a small chip in the plaster wall of the closet which she proceeded to enlarge with a toy (I cannot recall what type of toy it was). Once she damaged that plaster the closet suddenly felt very unwelcoming to me and I left.
After that day I could no longer go into the closet alone, nor could I spend more then a few minutes in there when I was coerced inside by friends or my brother. To cap it all off, there was one night when I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep. As I was laying in bed I heard a voice from the direction from the closet... A man's voice. I can't recall what it said nor can I recall if I understood it. All I know is that it scared me so much that for the first and last time I went to sleep with my head under the covers. (I can't sleep like that normally because to me it feels like I'm suffocating.)
Now onto the story regarding the second and third closets. I lump them together because, while they were in different apartments, they resided in the same building.
When I was 21, I got my very first apartment by myself. It was a small one bedroom affair. It had 2 closets: one in the hallway between the living room and kitchen, the other in the bedroom. I was fine with the hallway one; however, I always felt like I was being watched from the bedroom one. I ended up not using the bedroom closet and when I wasn't in the bedroom, I kept the door shut because of the feeling I got from it. I never had anything happen, which was good. I just didn't like the eerie feeling the closet gave me.
The last closet was in a bigger apartment on the other side of the house from the eerie closet apartment. I moved into the last apartment with my mother when I became pregnant with my son. The closet was again in my bedroom (just my luck eh?). Due to the shape of the room, I had a little alcove between the entryway into the room (a set of sliding wood doors) and the closet itself. The alcove was large enough to fit my queen-sized bed and I also had room to fit my computer and a small stand to set it on at the foot of my bed. The door to the room opened out onto the living room. So, as such, I could sit on the foot of my bed and play my online games while watching the television. (I tell you this because it is important to the story.)
Back to the closet. Upon opening the closet you could tell that the apartment building was a old building divided into smaller apartments. How could you tell this? Just the fact that whoever added the closet had ripped out a door and plastered over the doorway, without removing the doorframe or the hinges.
So to get to the story. I am a great lover of paranormal shows like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures. In this apartment I would sit on my bed and watch TV (as stated before). This, of course, put the closet door behind me. Well, the first time the "incident" happened I was watching Ghost Hunters. They were doing their investigation when all of a sudden I heard a click and a creak. When I turned around the closet door, previously closed and latched, was open about 3 inches. Thinking it was just a draft from the poorly plastered-over door, I got up and closed it and slid the bolt (it was locked with a small, rather old, sliding bolt). This was by no means the last time the scenario would play out. It happened several times; however, it only did so when I was watching a paranormal show. I could watch something involving cute, cuddly kittens on animal planet and the door would stay firmly shut.
One night, during a particularly scary episode of Ghost Adventures, I again heard the click and creak. This time, instead of just shutting and locking the door, I opened it wide and, feeling a bit like a fool, spoke into it. I said something along the lines of, "I can't see you so I do not know if you are in there. However, if you are, I would ask if you would please resist opening the door during my paranormal shows. I am scared enough by them already. You may open the door during any other show if you would like, just not the paranormal ones. Thank you." I then said that I was going to shut the door and latch it, which I did and upon doing so went back to my show.
A few weeks later at night I heard a male voice. I was half asleep so I do not know what it said. I did call out though, thinking it was my fiance coming to pick me up in the morning. When I was more awake I realized it was still dark out, much too early for my man to be picking me up. Thus I went back to sleep. When I woke up the closet door was wide open as if someone had walked out of it. All the other times it only opened up a few inches at the most.
My mother has a highly spiritual friend who happened to stop by that last apartment. She claimed there was a spirit attached to the plastered door in the closet. I do not know the validity of her claim, though. I do doubt it, though, for she said it was a female spirit and I distinctly heard a male voice.
I cannot ask for you to believe me. All I ask for is you to read my story and give me your honest opinion. Even if your opinion is that I'm in need of the so called "BS Blankie." Oh, and please forgive me for the length.