I then proceeded to gather my toiletries and go back into the shower area and got myself cleaned up, brushed my teeth afterwards and all
The usuals. It’s utterly quiet in this place, I mean not a sound. I leave the shower area, I’m in my t shirt and boxers and a pair of flip flops. Dropped my toiletries bag off in my room and I noticed I had left the light on at the end of the hallway so I walked down and entered the room and turned the light off. I turned around to enter the hallway and from the room across me, with the solid wooden door shut, came and awful noise of something, or someone perhaps banging for dear life on the back of the door from inside the room. An undeniable, highly audible, unexplainable knocking or banging that could perhaps been heard from outside it was so loud. And this wasn’t just some tractor banging in to hook to a trailer, this was the sound of something , or someone involving that shut wooden door across the hall. It was loud, very loud.
I ran like a shook birch back down to my room for dear life and shut the door and locked it tight behind me. I could not and still cannot think of what it could have been and no I was not going to dare open the door to find out what it was. I still stayed in the bunkhouse that night. There was nowhere else to go but I didn’t get good sleep, not in the least. About 4 hours. When it was time to go after my 10 I dressed and bolted out the door and haven’t set foot back in since.
One of my former Southeastern coworkers has reported oddities in that bunkhouse years ago when they used it, but I cannot verify these stories but this one above is true I can assure you.