“When I was 22, I moved to Trenton, Ontario into military housing. There was a corner in the basement that I didn’t feel right going into, but other than that I didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary.
I lived there three years, and every October the front door would open during the night. I double checked it over and over the first year, thinking that I was losing my mind, only to wake up to the door wide open. Even stranger, my pets never escaped.
The first year was frustrating, but after that I got used to it as there was no harm done. During the last year, however, things started to happen at other times. It started with the bread on top of the fridge being on the floor when I got home. Strangely, my dogs never ate it. In fact, they’d be cowering in the corner when I got home.
Then I started to smell smoke in the spare room, like someone was smoking in there, but no one was ever inside. Also, the door to the spare room would be open every time I turned the corner. I would have chalked it up to air pressure, except that when I’d go to close the door, it would open again.