This story comes from several years ago from a time when my husband and I used to spend weekends at a wonderful old cottage owned by my husband's parents. This cottage was right on the edge of a large lake and most of the lake was lined with cottages except for an expanse that was left to the wild with the exception of a very large old red barn. The cottage was large and very old. It was said to be around a hundred years old. It creaked when you walked around on the old floors. Everything was functional, the cottage was in excellent working order but you could feel the age of the place. It was as if you could smell the history. Walking into an old building always gives me this feeling. The decades of living resonate between the walls and it transports me to another place.
The big picture window faced the lake. When you looked out the window, all you could see was the lake. I'll never forget the magnificent sunsets I enjoyed through that window. There was a small separation between the cottage and the water. Just enough room for chairs and a fire pit for late night bonfires to lay back in a lounge chair and watch the stars. There was no light pollution so it was a real treat. There were two main large rooms in the cottage. They were big enough to hold many full size couches and there were times when they were well used when several families decided to spend the weekend together. It was that big.
There were only two actual bedrooms on the first floor. One small bedroom off the kitchen and the other larger bedroom by the large picture window off of the main room. There was an upstairs area that was carved out of the attic. A combination second floor room which could hold several beds and people easily. This upstairs room has stories of its own for another time.
In this second very large room off the main room, several tables could be joined to feed a multitude of people. This is what my mother-in-law loved to do. Cook, and cook for as many people as possible as often as possible. She loved it so much it took years to convince her to get a dish washer. She loved doing everything by hand. The kitchen was large enough to have a good sized table in it and the small bedroom was attached off of this location.
We called it the blue room. The walls were a light blue and there was a picture of the famous painting "The Blue Boy" hanging on the wall in an oval frame. I had made a quilt for the room in blue squares to go with the décor.
When we visited the cottage, it was our custom to use the blue room off of the kitchen. There was one fairly good sized window in the room and one small closet. This closet had some old wire hangers hanging on the pole, one or two old coats for venturing out into the deck house, and a very old vacuum cleaner. That was about it. I had learned that old houses did not have many closets or large closets because in the old days, the number and size of closets were taxed. Only the rich could afford closets and/or large closets in their houses. Just an interesting little factoid.
Now to the night in question. It was a cool night so we kept the window closed. It was one of those windows where if you wanted it open, you needed a stick to keep it up. The door to the kitchen was tightly closed and the small closet door was always kept closed. It was quite musty in there so it was not something you wanted to keep open anyway. After a long day on the lake, we fell asleep quickly.
A rattling noise woke me up. I am groggy from being awakened but I hear this rattling and I assume it is coming from the door leading to the kitchen. I glance at the door thinking someone is knocking but there is nothing there. That's when I saw it. The door to the closet was shaking violently. It looked like it wanted to come off its hinges and be set free. I stared at it in total disbelief. What is going on? It was the creepiest thing! My husband woke up and by the time he saw it, the door just suddenly stopped shaking.
Both the door to the kitchen and the window were tightly shut. There were no drafts in the room. The air was still. What caused the door to shake so violently? The sound of it woke me up from a deep sleep. I saw the door shaking with my own eyes. What would make only the door shake and move in the room? There were chairs and other objects in the room; they did not move an inch.
In the morning at the breakfast table we had a story to tell everyone. No one was surprised at the story because this was not the first time unusual events had occurred at the cottage. Everyone who ever spent time at the cottage had their own strange stories to tell. Most of the time these stories had more than one witness. Sometimes entire groups of people heard and saw the same things at the very same time they were happening.
I don't know what this was but I would put it under the anomalous category. A ghost? I don't know. I don't have a physical explanation. To me it is a fascinating mystery. But I will always remember the night of the shaking closet door.