We moved into a very cool older (60's) Spanish style home on a mountainside in June. We are renting from the son of the original owner who passed away in assisted living earlier this year.
The house is beautiful and at one time was very well manicured on the outside as well. After being a rental for a number of years the yard had been pretty neglected.
I knew from the moment I saw the house that we would live there. I had dreams about it after seeing it.
So, our very first night there I was upstairs and my husband in the basement and I heard 4 faint but distinct knocks on the front door. I called for my husband to come see who it might be. No one was there. He proceeded back down the stairs and not but a few minutes later 4 more knocks but a little harder (not pounding just more pronounced).
He came back up with wide eyes and again, no one there. After we both went to the basement to settle in for a movie the old iron bell at our entryway rang once.
We have kids and didn't want to freak ten out so we didn't tell them about our first night.
A few weeks later while the kids were in the basement and my husband and I were out front, my daughter opened the door and asked why we were knocking?
A few weeks have passed with no knocking. Then Saturday night as we lay down to bed around 12:30 we hear 4 single knock evenly spaced followed by 4 together. My husband for up with a handgun to secure the house...
Then this morning around 3:30 my husband was awoken by the same knocking, on the front door.
Each time we have opened to see if someone was there; however, after the first time I entered the front foyer and spoke out loud, "We heard you and know that you are here but you are not welcome inside. We promise to love this home, we are good people." I did some thing similar inside as well.
I feel as though the sweet old woman who lived here for so many yeas and loved her home so much has come back to find peace in a familiar place.