I was a little bit jumpy by this point, and then I started hearing tapping on the door. I honestly couldn't try to explain this, so I tried to ignore it. As I was still struggling to lock up my bike that tapping continued. It was persistent and almost rhythmic in nature. After a solid 30 seconds of tapping, I gave up on the bike lock and looked at the door. I heard one more set of taps, and then saw the door open slightly. I bolted when that happened, it scared the [censored] out of me, and spent a solid hour freaking out upstairs.
I mean, it's not like I didn't believe in ghosts, but that was so damn scary, and I can't explain it. It was at like 2 in the morning so I doubt anyone would be walking upstairs, and there was no wind. Also, the tapping was too... real, to dismiss. Has anyone else experienced anything like this?