Scary Q&A
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FakeSophie — 4 years ago(October 23, 2021 06:00 AM)
What was the most unexpected knock you got on your door?
My husband and I were sitting on our couch at night in the middle of winter. There was about a foot and a half of snow outside.
We heard a knock, three times on our bedroom window. Both of my dogs went crazy, running into the bedroom and barking. I looked out the window and could not see anything. We have motion detecting lighting outside in the back of the house where the knocking came from, but the lights did not come on. We went back to the couch sat down and continued watching our movie, then again, a knock happened on the same window, three times. This time I said to my husband, I’m getting on my boots and taking a look out back. He went also. He went one way around the house while I went the other way.
The motion lights came on and we looked in the snow by our window and there were no footprints in the snow, nothing. We kind of live out in a rural area with woods. We though maybe an animal, but there were no prints of any kind. This went on for about three months, and it happened at all hours of the day and night, just three knocks on the same window. My son stopped over during the day, and it happened. He said what is that knocking. We told him its our ghost, and laughed. Then it suddenly just stopped happening. -
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— 4 years ago(October 23, 2021 06:04 AM)I heard walking and dancing maybe on my roof, and there was a mother and baby raccoons in part of it?
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phantomparticle — 4 years ago(October 24, 2021 12:20 AM)
Not quite that same as a knock on the door, but I was directing a community theatre show some years ago and at the end of the evening after everyone had left, I went around and turned off all the lights.
Walking to the door, I heard something scraping behind me and turned to stare into the darkness. The scraping would stop for a few seconds, then start up again. So I headed for the door (very quickly) and drove home.
The next rehearsal I mentioned it and everyone burst into laughter. Turns out, the scraping was not new or supernatural. Apparently a squirrel had found its way into one of the walls of the men's room and would become active if it didn't hear people moving about.
We dubbed it "The Thing That Lives In The Ceiling."
And This, Too, Shall Pass Away
