When I got married, my wife and I purchased a trailer; we put it next door to my parent’s house. The master bedroom was at the rear of the trailer. When our son was born, he slept in the room with us, to make it easier for early morning feedings, changes and such.
When we would put him to bed in the evenings, something was always waking him up about every hour or so. We could not figure out what it would be, we even asked his doctor, who said he didn’t think it was anything to worry about.
One evening my wife discovered quite by accident what it was. It was about eight o’clock in the evening; she put him to bed, then stepped out into the hallway and just stood there. She then heard a loud scratching at the window, she ran and looked out, but there was nothing there. She called out for me, we got him back to sleep, and hid in the closet, again there was the scratching sound. We both jumped and looked out, but nothing was there. I went outside, but could not find anything to even point to anyone being at that window.
Then, they got even braver; they started beating on the back door, sometimes so hard you could see knuckle prints in the aluminum. This even happened when we had company, but we could never catch anybody when it happened. My mother began to watch our door out of her kitchen window, as soon as the beating began one evening I called her, there was no one at the door, but the beating continued.
This was a new trailer, had never been lived in by anyone but us. Perhaps we placed the trailer where someone years before had been buried or perhaps it was the ghost from next door reminding us that she was still around, we will never know. We moved not to long after that.