My husband and I had just moved into a house that was right behind the house my parents lived in. They owned this house as well, and wanted to rent this house out to us to be close to them since I was expecting my first child. On the day we moved in I was past my due date. It so happened that was also the day I had to go to the hospital to have the baby.
Shortly after having the baby my husband was moved to the graveyard shift at his job. So I would be home alone at night with our newborn and our two Chihuahuas, Jo and Bear. My mother, being the nervous nelly that she is, would ask if I wanted her to stay with me at night. I asked, "Why?" She said, "Well, aren't you scared because you're all alone in the house?" I told her, "Of course not, why would I be scared?" My mother is the biggest scaredy cat and I know she just wanted to keep me company, thinking I would be as scared as she would to be alone. But of course I wasn't, I'm a grown woman.
About a month or two after moving in I started hearing the closet door open. I have to add that we had a mirror with metal hooks that hung over the door, and every time we would open the door it would rub against the doorframe and make a loud screeching noise. I would be sleeping in bed with the baby in his bassinet next to the head of the bed, and our Chihuahuas on the floor next to the foot of the bed.
The first time I heard it, it was probably around two or three in the morning. I heard the loud screeching noise of the closet door open. It woke me up, of course, and I sat up looking at the closet door. It was open maybe about six inches. I looked down at the dogs and they were awake looking at the closet. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, so I went back to sleep.
This happened about five more times within the next couple of months. I told my husband, and I think it spooked him more than it did me, lol. On one of his days off, while we were asleep at night, we heard the screeching of the door open. He sat straight up in bed and just stared at the closet door. Nothing else happened. I just went back to sleep, but it seemed to bother him and he couldn't go back to sleep.
The last time it happened was about two months after it started. Again I was home alone sleeping with the baby and our dogs. I heard the door screech open, waking me up. I looked at the door and it had opened its usual six inches or so, but then I saw/heard the door continue to open. Suddenly the dogs started barking, I was looking at them and Bear was barking away with his ears up and fur up. Our other dog, who is ALWAYS the brave one and most territorial of us, ran under the bed and started crying! I have never seen him scared of anything. Their reaction really scared me. The door stopped opening when the dogs started barking, thankfully. That night I had trouble falling back to sleep. I told my husband and he put a lock on our closet door. I made sure I closed and locked the closet door every night. Nothing seemed to happen for a long time after that.
About a year later, I again found myself alone at home. It was a Sunday evening around 7:30pm. My husband was working and my son was with his grandma and grandpa. I was walking by the closet door, when I noticed it ajar. I no longer liked to leave it open, so I tried to close it. I say "try" because the wood on the closet door had started to warp, making it swollen and hard to close. I had to lean against it to try and push the weight of my body against the door to try and close it. Then I started banging along the edges of the door to try and get it to close and latch. In between one of those bangs, there was a big bang on the other side of the closet door at about the height of my shoulder, as if somebody hit it with their fist really hard. I could feel the vibration of this bang against my body, since I was leaning up against the door. I still had my hand in the air. I stepped away from the closet and lowered my hand. "What was that?!," I thought to myself. I tried to keep cool and went into the living room and sat down in front of the TV, which I had left on earlier. I was only seated about 30 seconds, when I had to get up and go to my mom and dad's house. I was too spooked. I didn't mention this to them, I felt silly telling them that I think there's a ghost in my house.
After that, I had my dad sand down the closet door, so it will close correctly. I always locked it, AND made sure to never bang on it again. I haven't experienced anything else in the house and it's been five years since the last incident.
I do want to add a couple of other strange things that happened. Shortly after moving in, my mom said that one time she walked in through the back door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. She passed one of the rooms back there, and said when she walked in the door to that room was open. When she was walking back out she said the door was closed. I was the only one in the house, and I was in the living room. She got so scared and told me to come outside because she thought there was an intruder in the house. She had my dad look through the house, but of course there was no one there.
Before moving in, we hired someone to put in new tile in the kitchen. We had some boxes and a few action figures of my husband in the hallway leading to the kitchen (the same one my mom walked through). One day I opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and found one of my husband's action figures in there. My dad was there inspecting the tile work with me, and I said aloud, "What's this doing here?" He told me the worker was scared of it, because it kept going off every time he passed it. The action figure wasn't motion activated; I don't even think it made any noises. I just thought the worker was a little loopy.
The last thing I want to add is that, after the incident where something banged on the closet door, I remembered back to something that happened when I was a teenager. Before I lived in that house, my older brother lived there. I was a teenager and he had just moved in with his pregnant wife. I remember shortly after they moved in, she confided in me that she thought the house was haunted because she would see the closet door knob rattle (the same closet door). At the time I didn't believe it was paranormal, I just thought maybe she was imagining things. I had completely forgotten about this until after what happened to me.
Within the next couple of months we are going to trade houses with my parents. They will be moving into our house, and we will be moving to their house to have more room for our expanding family. I really don't want my elderly mother to see any doors opening. She's already very nervous as it is.
I've already burned sage in the house and sprayed holy water. I wonder if there's anything else I can do? Can anybody tell me what they think this might be? I have no clue how to begin looking for a house's history. Input is gladly welcomed and appreciated. I'm sorry if this was a bit long. Thanks for reading my story.