Knock Knocks
I have had many, many unusual things happen to me over the years. I have
often thought that I must possess some kind of psychic link to strange
happenings. But for now I'll just tell about one of the latest.
My boyfriend and I lived by a beautiful, pristine blue lake nestled in a
valley in Central Washington. The little village that we lived in had only
900 occupants, and was only about 5 blocks long. We happened to inhabit a
cute little two-story older home on one of the short streets.
About a month after we moved in, during a wickedly cold winter, Greg, my
honey, went to Alaska to crab fish. I was alone in the house for 2 1/2
months, me and my dog Maggie. We slept upstairs in one of the two bedrooms
there beneath the eaves. Very quaint.
One morning not long after he left, I heard a knock coming from the front
door at the bottom of the stairs. It was only 7 or so in the am, and I
wasn't about to wake myself completely up and go downstairs -- I was much
to warm and comfortable in my bed. The knock sounded 6 times, very steady
and even, then stopped. "Good", I thought. "Whoever it was has left". I
went back to sleep.
From that morning on , every morning there were 6 knocks on the front door
at approximately the same time of day. I never got up, realizing after the
second day that something fishy was going on. I also never said a word
about it to anyone.
A couple of weeks later, late at night, Maggie and I were in the bedroom
reading when all of a sudden she started growling at the attic door. I
tried to calm her down, but just then heard an amazing groan or growl
coming from the attic door. We were both frozen to the spot. Suddenly
the room started moving. We were having an earthquake. Had this entity
warned us?
Several other unexplained things happened in this house, but I was never
afraid to be there by myself.
Greg was back in March, and we had a couple of his friends staying with us
for a few weeks. They began to tell me how in the morning they would hear
knocks on the door, get up and answer it, and no one would be there. "Hmmmmm",
I thought, but kept to myself. Greg also admitted that he'd fallen for the
"prank" quite a few times.
One evening, when we had gotten the house back to ourselves, we slept on
the sofa-sleeper to watch movies on the VCR. The next morning it was
raining terribly hard, and Greg, who was then working as a concrete
construction worker, wasn't quite sure if he was going to be working or
not. He was sitting up, right next to the front door on the sofa, when he
heard the 6 knocks. He just reached right over and opened the front door.
And guess what? No one was there. He looked at me funny and I said, "Don't
you think it's funny that you never heard the screen door open?" It meant
that whatever was there was right beside us. He was unnerved as I told
him about my experiences.
A couple of months later, actually the month that we had to leave (we were
relocating to Alaska), Greg was once again at work. It was 3 or so in the
afternoon, on a beautiful warm June day. Maggie was out back and I was in
the kitchen cooking clam chowder on the stove (must have been a Friday).
Anyway, next to me was the long kitchen cupboard, with the sink and all.
All together, I would say the counter and cupboard was about 10 feet long.
The back side faced the wall of the backyard. Anyway, all of a sudden I
heard several gunfire quick knocks coming from one of the cupboard doors
by my feet. Then just as suddenly the knock came from the opposite end, 10
feet away. Back and forth it went.
I slowly made my way to the back door and looked out to see if something
could be making those noises from there. There sat Maggie, just lazily
looking at me. Nothing was amiss. I went back in. The knocks began again.
I turned off the soup and made my way to the front door. Right then,
beside the chimney stack, I heard a horrible, mean growling, as if from a
huge monster or something. I ran from the house leaving all of the doors
open to a friend down the road. There I stayed until Greg got home. Guess
it didn't want us to move.
That's it. There's more, but that's all the room for now. By the way, I've
heard the knocks a couple of times here in Alaska. Does anyone know where
they could be coming from?