A house is just a house, unless of course its haunted.
Not long after that is when we started hearing it. The knocking. It returned. There was a banging in the wall on mom's side of the house. It kind of sounded like an echo bouncing off the walls. It started out over there and then it started knocking as far as the kitchen wall. It never seemed to go any farther though. It never knocked on my side of the house. The living room was a great target for its repeated haunted. As far as I'm concerned we never paid much attention to it either, perhaps that's why it kept it up so we would pay attention to it. We were so oblivious to the weird stuff that this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That knocking became a revolution of the haunting memory of the haunted house. It was like a drum in the back of our minds the persistent constant knock.
The telephone had a strange agenda as well. It'd ring and no one would be on the other end. Creepier than that is when the phone would impersonate people that weren't calling at all. Our home was just getting to strange...
A typical night we're all camped out in one room; a huge bang erupted from the basement and shook the whole house. It sounded like an explosion. We all jarred and asked, "What was that?!" But frozen to our spots, none of us dared to check out the problem.
My mother and brother tested out the knocking and finally gave it some attention. The rapping took five knocks. So they knocked five times back on the kitchen table and it did another series of raps. That was enough for them that they stopped.
We were worn out from that house. We took our pictures and it'd be the last recording of that place. My brother and I moved out before our mother did. After my brother and I left the house the knocking stopped. Also in the middle of the night the back door opened by itself one last time, for in the morning it was wide open. Maybe the ghosts walked out too.
I think about that house that final day when it sat alone and how it must have not reached its goal when all the survivors inside made it out, not in the directions we wanted to go, but alive with one breath left recalling that something there had taken the life out of us. And it took years to recover healthily for any of us.
What a story right? I'll be the first to tell you that! It happened though. We couldn't ignore the fact that it did. Just when we thought it might have been our imaginations or that maybe we were just angry with life, there were the pictures.
I wrote the current renters/owners of the house and had a conversation with a man there. He was actually helpful about it. He claims nothing out of the ordinary is there now. Maybe there isn't. That doesn't surprise me at all.
Like any haunted house, you have your tales. Some are tall and long, others are short roundabouts. As in this case its an open book to interpretation. Its a very common story with a twist of strange!