The Mystery Of The Creaking Door

This occured in the summer of '00 and is 100% true.
Spring of that year I had moved into a house on 20 acres of land deep deep in the woods in The Emerald Triangle.
One night in the summer I was sitting at my desk and I heard a creaking noise from out back.
I figured it was the door of a storage shed about 30' from the house. I rarely bothered to latch it cause there was nothing in there worth stealing.
And because I lived so remote. The nearest neighbor was a mile and a half away, and he's a good 'ol boy.
I thought is was kinda wierd because, looking out the window it seemed there was no breeze, yet the creaking continued off and on for several hours.
So the next morning I go out there and latch the door (btw it can only be latched from the outside).

That night it happened again. Maybe I was stoned I figured and went out there again and forgot to re-latch the door.
The next morning I go out to the shed. The door is latched.

So I put a small nearly unnoticable pebble on the ground in the path of the door. Next time that door was opened, the pebble would be moved.

That night, more creaking. The next morning, the pebble was exactly where I had left it. The door hadn't been opened.

I triple checked all the doors & windows in the house. None were loose and besides the sound was coming from out back.

No I'm getting a bit freaked out, because I lived so remotely. To be 100% honest, I was--well maybe not afraid but apprehensive--about venturing out there at night, alone, to see what was up.

That night, more creaking.

to be continued

 

NOO DONT GO BACK THERE *screams at the computer screen like some crazed big black women*

 

ZZZzzzz...

You must be retarded to check something a 3rd time..

 

I was let down by this story. Smokindude's was better, no matter who's is true or not. And if someone else had posted this, you'd probably come by and flame them for going to check it, being freaked out this much by it, being apprehensive about going out to check on it, something.


I expected so much more from you, ranger.

 

Well, today all the power in just my room went out then turned back on after 2 seconds. You dont see me typing up a boring ass thread about. Ranger stop wasting our fucking time with this bullshit.

 

So I call up a couple of friends and ask them to come over and hang and go outside with me if we heard creaking (it had been starting at around 10 p.m.).
They came over. Each had brought one of those million candlepower spotlights. And a gun.
That night, sure enough, the creaking started again.
So we went out, spotlight in 1 hand, handgun in the other.
The sound stopped as we approached the shed.
We stood next to the shed in total silence, looking at each other. Then the sound started again.
It was coming from the roof.


to be continued...

 

Anyone got a spare pair of pants? Mine just got shit all over them.

 

I got hook ups at Goodwill my nooka

 

perhaps it was someone on the roof growing their own marijuana and saving heaps of money

 

We look at each other wide=eyed and back away from the shed, spotlights and guns trained on the roof, hearts pounding, half expecting someone-- or something--to come bounding down on us. Because one of the possibilities I'd considered, half seriously, was Bigfoot. I don't particulairly believe in Bigfoot but after all I DO live in Bigfoot country (the famous Patterson film was shot just 40 miles away) and something was making that noise.
The we noticed that the sound wasn't coming from the roof after all--it was coming from the trees!
We shined our spotlight up in the trees and guess what we saw?

to be continued...

 

a naked man

 

Hmmm...

im going to have to agree with StoneyMcBill on this one.

 

My God, Tell Us I Cant Take The Suspense!!

 

When we shined our lights up into the treetops we saw.....................
..............................................................................................
.................nothing.
We stood there for a few seconds and then it dawned on us.

Planted on either side of the shed were HUGE Eucalytus trees. Something like 8 stories tall and prob. 100 years old.
Old eucalyptus trees creak in the wind, and sound exactly like an old door.

I had never considered the possibility that the noise could be wind-caused, because there was no wind--at ground level.
But the way the property was situated, as wind came down the canyon, it wasn't at ground level--but it was at treetop level.
So it was the wind blowing on the eucalyptus treetops that made the creaking sound.

The mystery of the creaking door solved, we went inside and smoked several celebratory bowls out of my glass Sherlock.

 

wait a min, the thread title says the creaking door so we know what the creaking is

 

good thing it wasnt bigfoot

 

There's nothing better than solving a good mystery. Good story.

 

I had a feeling it was wind that was there even though you couldn't feel it.

 

is that like an american form of eucalypt or do they have lots of aussi trees around?

nice anticlimax but yeh i guess ive got trouble imagining the schematics of this property to see how the mixup could have been made

 

A cabin in which people stay, and about 30 feet away, probably near the edge of the woods, a shed. On either side of the shed, tall, creaky trees, of the eucalyptus variety.