This was my first real experience with the paranormal, although as long as I can remember I have been fascinated with it, and read every book on the subject that I could find.
When I was younger, I used to spend every summer with my Grandparents (or Nanna and Pappa as my family referred to them). Their house was built in the 1940's and when my Great Grandfather bought it in the 50's he added quite a bit onto it. Both of my Great Grandparents died while they owned the house, though I don't believe either died in it. After they passed away my Grandparents moved in, and that is the history as far as I know. I always did get an odd feeling in the house, as if something was watching me whenever I was alone in a room.
This particular event occurred when I was about thirteen. My Grandparents had gone to sleep and I always the night-owl lay in the bed in my room watching television. At about 1 am, I decided to try and get some sleep so I turned off the television, turned off the light and lay in bed. Immediately after lying down, a loud, steady knocking began on the wooden floor in the living room. I consider myself to be very rational, so at first I assumed it was one of their dogs playing around. A few minutes went by and the sound continued as steady as a drum, and remained in the same place. Now my heart began to pound a little faster. I decided to investigate. I got up, turned on the light, and slowly opened the door to the living room.
As soon as I opened the door the knocking stopped, and none of the dogs were in that room. I got a cold shiver as I looked around the living room-it really felt like someone was in that room, watching me to see what I'd do. I closed the door and as soon as it latched the knocking started again. With a quick jerk I opened the door, and once again the knocking stopped. I repeated this process several times. The knocking sound seemed to be toying with me, as if it had some intelligence. I was terrified at this point, so I decided to wake my Grandfather. Well, he took awhile to wake, and when he did he wasn't very happy and told me to "go the hell back to sleep."
For the rest of the night I lay in bed staring at my bedroom door, praying that the noises wouldn't come closer to my room. The knocking continued until about 5:30 am when I finally passed out.
The next day I asked my Grandmother about it, and she told me that occasionally she feels my Great grandmother's presence in the house but never felt frightened. To this day I wonder what the point of the steady knocking sound was that night. Was it to scare me, or get my attention, somehow? If it was meant to get my attention why did it stop every time I opened the door, and why did I feel so frightened? I have had other paranormal encounters since this but this remains one of the more frightening ones.