When I was a kid, middleschool or so, I would hang out on the computer in my dad’s room while he went out to the bar. So I’d just be up til 1 or 2 am watching Adult Swim and making nerdy websites on envy.nu. Normally I’d still be up by the time my dad got home, he would rap on the window to his bedroom window and I’d come unlock the door for him, that was standard.
One night, I was chillin doing my thing, when I heard a loud “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK”, which to me sounded like it was on the bedroom door, but I thought I mustve misheard. I pushed apart the window curtains to see if he was at the window, he wasn’t. So I walk through the super dark hallway that freaked me out already which led to the front door. The porch light is on, and I don’t see him through the front door windows. I shrug it off and go back to the bedroom. Ten minutes pass, something like that. Again, another “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK” on the door. These are obvious, unmistakable knocks. Almosy like a cop knock. I crack open the bedroom door, and again nothing. Now I was freaked, but I tried to keep my composure. Turned up the volume on Adult Swim to make myself feel a little less alone, and yet again, another couple of knocks on the door. At that set of knocks I jump into his bed and pull the covers over me, and went to sleep with the lights on.
My family on my dad’s side are all pretty superstitious, my grandma was from Louisiana and I think that maybe influenced it a bit. My dad, grandma, uncles, all had shared ghost stories so I grew up believing in them, and we all knew that house was super haunted. My dad, prior to this, had spent countless hours using makeshift ouija boards in the house so that was our explanation…so, to me, the fact that it seemed so real and the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that it may have been a ghost, makes me feel like I wasn’t just hearing things and misinterpreted it. I’ve had other experiences in that house and other ones. But, it’s not every house that I get “ghost vibes” in, only particular ones.
When I was a kid, middleschool or so, I would hang out on the computer in my dad’s room while he went out to the bar. So I’d just be up til 1 or 2 am watching Adult Swim and making nerdy websites on envy.nu. Normally I’d still be up by the time my dad got home, he would rap on the window to his bedroom window and I’d come unlock the door for him, that was standard.
One night, I was chillin doing my thing, when I heard a loud “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK”, which to me sounded like it was on the bedroom door, but I thought I mustve misheard. I pushed apart the window curtains to see if he was at the window, he wasn’t. So I walk through the super dark hallway that freaked me out already which led to the front door. The porch light is on, and I don’t see him through the front door windows. I shrug it off and go back to the bedroom. Ten minutes pass, something like that. Again, another “KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK” on the door. These are obvious, unmistakable knocks. Almosy like a cop knock. I crack open the bedroom door, and again nothing. Now I was freaked, but I tried to keep my composure. Turned up the volume on Adult Swim to make myself feel a little less alone, and yet again, another couple of knocks on the door. At that set of knocks I jump into his bed and pull the covers over me, and went to sleep with the lights on.
My family on my dad’s side are all pretty superstitious, my grandma was from Louisiana and I think that maybe influenced it a bit. My dad, grandma, uncles, all had shared ghost stories so I grew up believing in them, and we all knew that house was super haunted. My dad, prior to this, had spent countless hours using makeshift ouija boards in the house so that was our explanation…so, to me, the fact that it seemed so real and the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that it may have been a ghost, makes me feel like I wasn’t just hearing things and misinterpreted it. I’ve had other experiences in that house and other ones. But, it’s not every house that I get “ghost vibes” in, only particular ones.