I have start this by saying I do not scare easy. Yet, I do love to scare others. I cannot express enough the pure joy I get from their terrified faces!
My story starts off year two in our new house. That day was normal like any other day. Got up, cleaned house while drinking coffee, then wasted the rest of my day doing nothing. The real stuff didn’t happen until way later in the evening.
The wife was in bed sleeping so it had to about 11pm or a little later, daughter was in her room downstairs with her boyfriend watching a movie and I was in my office searching the internet for funny videos. I had to been in the office for about 30 minutes when all of a sudden I hear my name being called. So I get up, open the door and said, “yes”. No response. I walk down to our bedroom to see if the wife needed something, yet she was passed out. So I blow off what just happened and go back to the office. I don’t know how much longer I was in the office before I hear my name being called again…but I heard it. Now, this time I was unnerved about what just happened, so I decided it was time for bed. I walk into the spare room where I usually camp out to watch my movies. I slide under the covers, get myself settled in, open up Netflix on my phone and start searching for a good movie. It was about 5 to 10 minutes into looking for a movie when there was three big deep knocks at the door. In shock, I jump up and run to the door to see who was there. All I could think was how heavy and hard that knock was and how pissed I was going to be if they woke my wife. I peered out the window on the right side of the door and there was no one! Now , the spare room is right by the front door and it would take them (whoever was knocking) some time to hide since it was all open in the front of the house. By this time, my daughter’s boyfriend opened the basement door thinking I was knocking at her door. I explained what happened and how I jumped up and looked out the door and there was no one there. So he goes out the back door to see if some one was hiding in the darkness of the back yard and the sides of the house. He came back just as confused as I was.
He came back and told me everything was clear but if it happened again let him know and he will go back out and check.
I had this uneasy feeling the rest of the night, I hardly slept, all I could think about is the knocks at the door. I found it even creepier that my daughter and her boyfriend could hear the knocks downstairs, and it sounded like there was someone at that door. Yet, I heard it at the front door. This was the first time for the knocks. We were all creeped out with what happened that night.