“My childhood home was an old Victorian and my parents ran an antique shop as well. Before we put anything in the shop, we’d have it researched and in this time, it would just stay in our house. So there was always a lot
of very old things in this very old house and a lot of weird things happened, but here’s one story in particular.
One night, my cousin was staying over and we were home alone. We were in my room talking and watching YouTube videos with the door shut, and my cat at the time had been somewhere else in the house. After awhile, we heard this knocking on my door. At first we thought maybe it was my cat trying to get in or thumping his tail against the door, but the knocking was coming from high up almost as if someone was knocking just slightly below the very top of the door. It was quick too, like a person normally knocking at a door, not something a cat could do with its tail or a paw or something.
Since this was an old house, we though ‘Maybe it’s just old creaks that come with the territory’ but we heard it again. This time, it sounded more urgent and loud. Since my room was at the front of the house, I looked to see if my parents were home yet but the drive was empty. My cousin wanted to open the door, but I had this feeling that we shouldn’t.
It knocked some more and eventually stopped. We sat there for about half an hour and finally opened the door and checked the house. Everything was empty and locked up. To this day we still wonder what that even was.”