On November 12 my husband and I were sleeping when we were awakened by a knock on our bedroom door. My husband asked, "Who is knocking on our door at 2AM?" I, thinking it was one of my sons got up to open the door only to find that there was no one there. I got pretty freaked out and went back to bed and like a grown woman I hid under the covers.
On November 14th, my son and I were having a chat in the kitchen. We both heard a knock on the front door. Without hesitation, my son went to open the door. No one was there. He insisted that the house was shifting. Possible, but the house creaks when shifting, it doesn't knock!
I am wondering what and why now? We have lived in this house for 19 years. My parents lived in it for over 35 years.
All these knockings got me thinking of a childhood memory. I was asleep, but was awakened when I felt something hit my harm like a soft ball. I even heard it bounce. I sat up, but I didn't see anything. I thought it was my brother, but he was asleep.
I also remember hearing footsteps like an old person dragging their feet on the floor. Telling my mom this incident she suggested that it was the dog under the house.
I'm trying not to be afraid. I just want some answers... Like why knock?