Haunted
mobile home
It was around 1993, I was about 24, and I had moved into an old
mobile home with a good friend of mine.
Now, keep in mind I had been away in the Army for 3 years and had moved
out of the house when I was 18, so being out on my own wasn't
something new and scary. Anyway, shortly
after we moved in I started to get a creepy feeling about the place. There was nothing in particular that I could
put my finger on or name but something just wasn't
right. My roommate, Bob, and I had
different schedules and weren't both home at the same time a lot and I noticed
I had a hard time sleeping if he wasn't home. One evening I was sitting up reading, waiting
for him to come home, when the back door flew open. I went over to close it but since it was never used, I had to go outside and lift up on it to push
it closed. I went back inside; made sure
I locked the door and then went back to reading. Less than 5 minutes later the door flew open
again. It wasn't
a particularly windy night or anything so I did not see a natural cause for
this. I went back outside and closed the
door, double-checking that it was firmly latched, and
then back inside to lock it. This time I
turned on an extra light before returning to my book. Less than 5 minutes
later the front door flew open. That was
the end of the activity for that night.
Another time I was taking a shower and a song came into my
head. As I was thinking about it, I
suddenly heard it playing on the stereo in the living room. At the time, I figured Bob had come home and
had turned it on and it was a big coincidence.
As soon as the song was over there was silence. I finished up and looked but I was the only
one home. I looked at the stereo, there
were no CDs in the changer, and it was set to CD so the tuner couldn't have played.
When Bob got home, I asked him if he had been home earlier and he said
no.