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My apartment in burbank had hardwood floors and sometimes at night it sounded like someone was walking from my front door, across the living room, and into the kitchen. Then the noise would just stop. My dog would get upset. My bathroom and bedroom doors would also slam shut independently of one another when the windows were closed and without the heat or window A/C unit running.
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To this day I experience a similar phenomenon. Late at night I hear the distinct sound of somebody walking, sometimes heavily, around upstairs. For the longest time I dismissed it as the cat, but we have carpeted floors and that fluffy little lightweight is absolutely incapable of making those heavy boot steps.
Also when I was very young (and both my parents can corroborate this story), my family was accosted by a poltergeist. And I'm not talkin' shit moved a few inches or weird knocking sounds, I'm talking doors slamming/things flying off shelves/floors creaking/etc.
I slept in my parents room in the summer because they didn't have enough money to put an air conditioner in my room. The bedroom had a small, personal bathroom. One night, the light in the personal bathroom came on by itself (I don't remember why I was awake to witness this). I could hear the distinct creaking of the medicine cabinet, and the fumbling of toiletries and the like, just as if someone was in there. The gentle creaking and shuffling became violent slamming, which woke both my parents. The dog also slept in the room with us and was barking like mad. My dad, being a skeptic and electrician at the time, tried to rationalize that faulty wiring can cause the lights to come on by themselves and that the creaking was caused by heat expansion.
It was then we heard the sound of something shattering down in the kitchen. Dad sprung to his feet and grabbed a baseball bat that he kept by the bed and went to the door. The door opens outwards, and he found he couldn't get it open. After pushing with all his might he got it open just enough to see that an entire dresser, which was originally sitting several feet away from the door, had been pushed in front of it.
In the kitchen, some dishes on the counter had fallen. After inspecting all the exterior doors, dad came back and told us they were all still locked.
Alot of this is my parents' testimony, and despite them being divorced, their individual recounts are nearly identical. I, unfortunately, only have blurry fragments of that memory so I can't be 100% sure how much of its hyperbole on my parent's behalf.
