So I was lying in bed the other night at about midnight. All my windows were closed and my door was shut. There are no drafts in my apartment. So when I heard the fluttering of papers on my desk and in the area of my cork board, my ears perked up a little bit. For some reason, this faint paper-shuffling sound sounded less organic than wind on a desk. The hairs on my left arm stood up a little and I felt a slight charge about my skin. I quickly assumed that there was something in my room with me moving about.
I was feeling a little brave and, due to a few past experiences, was beginning to think there might be something going on in this apartment. So, I mentally "called out" this supposed entity. In my head, I said, "enough is enough, if you're so tough, then why don't you show yourself somehow? I'm sick of you flitting about. Either you're here or not, so why don't you..." And just then I heard a deliberate tap on my doors. The doors to my room are French doors and each panel has a frosted glass piece in it. What I heard was a tap on this large piece of glass. Whenever my roommate knocks on my door, she taps the glass with her finger instead of rapping on wood like a normal door. This is exactly the sound I heard in the midst of telepathically challenging whatever I perceived to be in my room.
Because I heard what I believed to be a pretty obvious response to my challenge, I quickly back tracked and subjugated myself to the entity. In my head again, I apologized for questioning its presence and asked if it would please retreat and just let me sleep in peace. I experienced no further "encounters" that night.
So, my question is, do you guys think there was something there? Or was the fluttering of paper just coincidence? Was the tap on the glass in my door just the joint popping? Was it all in my head? What say ye?