A few years ago, I was over my friend Dana's house. Her mother and brother went to the neighbor's house so we were all alone. We went into the bathroom to play with our hair and we shut the door. We were laughing and having a good time when we heard someone knocking rhythmically on the door. We figured it was her brother, the drummer, so we laughed and said, "Go away!" The knocking continued, louder and faster this time. We flung the door open and were met by thin air. We looked out the window, across the street, and saw her mother AND brother at the neighbor's house. We were getting pretty scared and we were going to leave. As we went down the hall, we heard the song, Louie, Louie playing somewhere. They only had one radio and it was in her mom's room. Dana and I went back the hall to investigate and the music stopped. A shirt flew out of her mother's room and fell to the ground. Every door in the house slammed shut at the same time. Needless to say, we were out of there in a few seconds.