In the mid 1990s I was doing property preservation (securing foreclosed houses) throughout New England. I would be on the road for 3 days straight, some times in rural Maine. I would stay in the house I was at, at the end of a 14 hour day, to save money on a hotel.
This one house, in Hamden, Maine, keep in mind these homes have no utilities, all have been disconnected. This one house was a former large turn of the century farm house remarkably clean with fresh paint. I would seek out the higher rooms, usually the 2nd floor, because the days warmth would stay in those rooms longer. Even in the summer the nights can get brisk.
Anyway this night I fell asleep about 9pm, and suddenly I was awakened by the sound of banging on the front door down stairs. I was not in a good mood being very tired, from the days labor, and I hurried down expecting to see the sheriff, and I would show the work order and explain my reason for being there and he’d be on his way, only there was no one there!
I went back up stairs. This time I was thinking I was more tired than I thought, and wasn’t happy being awoken from a sound sleep, by my imagination, so I thought. A few minutes later, just as I was falling asleep again, there was the banging again, I sat up, and surely some one was banging on the front door. I yelled out, hello, and the banging stopped, and again, I head down to the front door and… yup no one?
I walked around the rural property, no one. Now I’m fully awake and not happy, but still not thinking of anything supernatural, so up to bed. I was sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag, but now I had one eye open and both ears. The the banging started again I listened… then shouted what do you want? The banging stopped at the downstairs front door and then started right at the wall in my room without missing a beat. Needless to say the hairs stood up on my neck, I grabbed my stuff and beat it out of there.
ps I never stayed at that house again.
Sent in by dave-o, Copyright 2012 TrueGhostTales.com