This took place when I was 14 years old. It was around 3 years after my uncle had passed due to suicide. I hadn't mourned him yet so around this time is when I did.
One afternoon while I was alone in the house, this took place during summer break and when my parents used a lot of their time working. I was sitting in my room listening to music at my desk. I heard three knocks on my headboard. I stopped, turned around and looked at my bed. Of course, not seeing anything, I turned back around thinking it was just me hearing random noises. I turned the music down just in case I were to hear it again, then maybe I would hear it more clearly.
And again three knocks on the headboard. I finally say while my hearts beating through my chest, "Ok, Unc, knock it off. You're scaring me." And just like that it stopped.
Later on that night as I was getting ready for bed, I had been in the bathroom washing up. As I stepped through my door knocks in unison started on my headboard. I had been crying and talking out loud about my uncle. Going through the memories and realizing that I missed him. I said out loud, "Unc, if this is really you give me one knock." And it did just that.
From that night on this was the regular routine. He would start his knocks as I was getting ready for bed. Once I laid down he
Would knock in a rhythm. And when I would ask him to stop he would.
This continued every night even after I married my husband. I could always feel his presence around me and he would make it a regular occurrence to bug my husband. He stopped only after I was able to say goodbye and accept he was in a better place. Now he pulls his crazy jokes on my mom at her home.