When I was 21, my first husband, Gary, and I bought a new trailer and set it up on a piece of property owned by his mom and dad. Many Saturdays I would be woken by the sounds of woman and children. The voices were so loud and so clear it was almost like they were in my front yard. I could hear the women talking, and the children talking and laughing but I couldn't decipher what they were saying.
The first couple of times this happened, I assumed Gary's sister had company and, since we lived about 50 feet apart, I was hearing them. For several Saturdays, I would get up and check but no one would be outside and a couple of those Saturdays, Gary's sister wasn't even home. I continued to hear these voices as long as we lived there. When I mentioned it to Gary, he told me I was just hearing voices carrying from over the hill.
There were many nights that I would feel a very hard THUD underneath the bed. At that time, waterbeds were the craze and we had one. The first really serious time it happened, this THUD was so hard it made the waterbed do that sloshing thing. I woke Gary and asked him if he felt that. He didn't. Gary drank, a lot, every night, so it would have had to have been a major event to wake him. I asked Gary what he thought it was and he told me it was just dogs under the trailer and went back to sleep.
Okay...couple of things wrong with that explanation: 1) We didn't have dogs, 2) his sister didn't have any dogs (yes, there were dogs in the area) and... Wait for it...3) the trailer was completely underpinned with a small door, which was kept padlocked!
Dogs, to my knowledge, do not typically relock a door once they've unlocked the said door, then opened it, went through, hit the belly of the trailer hard enough to wake me AND make the waterbed do that sloshing thing, and then turn around, shut the door after exiting, and politely relock the door. Thank you very much! And yes, the next morning I looked to see whether or not the door had been messed with. It was locked. Smart doggy!
About a week after this incident, I was asleep in bed, hard THUD, woke me, waterbed sloshed (serious déjà vu here), and what do you know? This time it was a major event; hard enough to wake Gary. He said "Did you feel that? What the "heck" (word substitution here) was that?"
Seriously now, what would you have said? So, smart aleck that I can be, I very seriously said, "Go back to sleep. It's just dogs under the trailer." Needless to say, Gary did not find that amusing. Next morning he checked the door and found it to be locked. He refused to talk about it after that.
That was the last time that happened while we lived there. When we decided to move, we sold the trailer to Gary's brother and his wife. This same thing happened to them. She, too, heard the women and children's voices. She also experienced something else that I did, but I feel that one deserves its own submission.