Many years ago, I was separated from my husband and living alone in our remote Michigan country home. This weekend our children were at his home staying with him. I had worked a long International 3 day trip and had commuted home from Chicago O'Hare. It was late when I arrived home tired. I took my luggage in dropping it by the front door. I grabbed a snack and answered a call from a relative. Then I headed straight to the bathroom and drew a hot bubble bath. I shut the shades before getting into the tub even though there is nothing but woods behind my home for 3 miles.
I was relaxing in the hot water when I was jolted alert by hard banging on my front door. The outside screen door was metal and the noise it made was very loud, it traveled down the halls and through the closed bathroom door. It continued with a urgency bang, bang bang in threes the loud knocking went. I grabbed a towel and feeling annoyed at the rude loud knocking, I thought to myself only my mother would knock so loudly and she's probably not alone so I better get dressed. I quickly put my uniform back on. I went to the front door and as I turned the corner the knocking stopped suddenly.
As I reached for the door handle to throw open the door, the hair on my neck went up. I felt a cold chill go over me and a sudden feeling of doom. I pulled my hand away from the door handle and up to the door shade to peer out into the night. I expected to see my mother but my porch was empty. I turned on the light and looked out my driveway was empty. I looked to my right at my other driveway to my barn it too was empty. I picked up my phone and called my mother as I peered from my entranceway out into the night. I told my mother what had happened as I stood there looking out into the night.
As we spoke behind me I heard the sound of my hall closet door handle turning ever so slowly and I turned to see it swing open. I screamed so loud that my mother yelled is someone killing you. I said no the closet just opened on its own. She told me to go look inside. My legs did not want to move. I was about 8 feet from the closet. I was finally able to look in. It was full of Coats & such no room for a real person in there. My heart was racing. I was now fearful and I called my neighbor to shine his lights on my house. He drove down it took him a long 15 minutes, my mother stayed on the phone with me until he arrived. I did not investigate, I grabbed my suitcase still by the door while my neighbor who lived 2 miles away was in my driveway. I got in my Tahoe and left. Whatever it was that night, felt evil.