Six months ago, my older brother and I (we live together) packed up and moved from one end (West Coast) of my beloved island of Newfoundland to the
other (Burin Peninsula). For three months, we lived in a fairly run-down apartment in one beautiful Burin Peninsula outport town. Although the
apartment was in poor shape, it was a) huge and b) right on the ocean with some remarkable views of some pretty stunning coastline. On a windy day,
the entire apartment was filled with the beautiful sound of huge waves crashing on the rugged coast. I could sit and watch the waves crashing, 15-20ft
for hours during a storm.
Our problem in this town wasn't paranormal, it was criminal. Suffice to say, after three attempted break-ins (once while I was home) in three months
we decided it was time to move to another town.
My mother and step father live in an outport community on the other side of the Burin Peninsula, my step-fathers hometown. They live in a nice
doublewide tralier (yeah, yuk it up, but their rent is cheap
Their landlord is related in one way or another to my step-father, so he was able to get said landlord to find a place for my brother and I at a
reasonable rent. Which is to say, he was able to get us a two bedroom single wide that had been on site since 1975 for 300/mo. Let me make it clear
that my brother and I both work, we're not stereotypical 'trailer trash' on welfare with junked cars in the yard and such. Our town's trailer park
is tidy and quiet, a mix of older couples and young families just starting off on their own.
Now, time for the paranormal. Please note than I'm a skeptic when it comes to ghosts. In the bright light of day, more often than not I'll say 'of
course ghosts aren't real!' But then, in the wee hours of the morning, if I hear a whispering in a wall behind me, I might just think 'wow, is that
Well, that's exactly what happened during my first night in our new trailer. One of my bedroom's walls is directly adjacent to the bathroom. My bed
is oriented in such a way that my head was basically resting against that shared wall as I was trying to sleep on our first night at the new place. I
swear that at around 2am I heard a faint whispering and a not so faint tapping from the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, the walls in a single wide trailer
aren't exactly thick. An inch or two all told is all that separates my bedroom from the bathroom. The boards on the walls in this place are no more
than a couple centimeters thick.
The voice of the whisperer, I would describe as a young female. How young is tough to say, as it was very faint. But it was certainly female.
Couldn't make out what was said.
Fast forward to last month, and there was no further paranormal activity. Then, one night in mid January, we had a pretty bad blizzard. Got a few feet
of snow, with blowing snow and all that jazz overnight. After night fell, around 11pm, he heard three distinct raps at the door. Mind you, this is
during an historic blizzard. My brother gets up from his Lay-Z-Boy recliner and looks out the window to see who's stupid enough to be banging on
doors in this weather, and he sees a dark figure stood on the front deck (we call them bridges in Newfinese). So he opens the door, and has to push
hard because its an outward swinging door and a snow drift had build up behind it. He finally gets it open, and there's nobody there. There are no
tracks, human or otherwise, in our driveway, or on the steps leading up to our front deck/bridge. Weird, huh?
And then there was this morning. I had an errand to run in a town 45 minutes away and my brother had a meeting RE a DJ gig in the same town.
So, I hopped in the shower, noticing on my way in that the Glade battery powered sprayer thingy I had hung up in the bathroom was in an odd spot.
My brother had showered before me, so I assumed he changed it.
Got my shower, got dressed, ready to go. So I come out of the bathroom, and my brother asks me "Why did you hang that Glade sprayer thing on the
other wall? Such an odd spot for it."
So now we have a mystery. We have company over occasionally, but for the most part it's just me and him. The only rational explanations are either a)
somebody broke in, stole nothing, but moved a Glade battery powered auto sprayer thingy to a different wall, or b) my brother did it and is messing
with me. I take my bro's word for it, as he's not the sort to do that sort of thing to get a laugh. Plus he swore on his own life and the life of
our mother, so there's that.
Any thoughts? Might we have a poltergeist on our hands?