I live in a small town in Indiana, in a house that is one hundred twenty-two years old. In 2010, maybe around March through August in that year, every night at around 3:00 a.m., I would hear a very loud series of bangs on my door. It startled me a lot, but I realized that I could not stop whatever it was. It may have been my brother or black lab dog trying to scare me the first time it happened, because the next few times, it was louder. Nobody else awoke when this happened. It happened one time when I was standing next to the door, it was 3:00 a.m. I jumped, thinking my brother was hurt and needed me. I slamed the door open to see what was outside. I saw nothing, only my dog in the hallway across the door. (Nearly 15 feet away, he could not have moved away that fast in my brothers cluttered room) My brother was laying on his bed, staring at me like I was insane for being up so early (or late) in the morning. I just sat down on my bed with the lights off and drifted off into sleep in utter confusion.
Two days later I remeber putting a glass of water on my bedside table. In the morning I got up to see that my whole room was covered in water. Water was on the bedside table, on my dresser, soaking my bed, and all over my desk and floor. The weirdest thing was that it seeemed that all the water would be missing from the cup, though, it was half empty. The glass was across the room against a wall wedged between a pencil box and small shoebox. At the moment I walked near to retrive the glass, I was encircled by a wall of coldness. I quickly grabbed the glass and headed down stairs. To this day I still have door knockings happen, but they have went down to happening once a month or so.