It's been a few years since my "experiences" have been happening. I live in an old part of New York. Bellevue, in Schenectady. I live in an old house, the first house to be built on this street. It was built back in the 1800's sometime, by a man name Peter Fuller. He owned a mill down the street, (which was all his land at the time), and he lived in the house with his wife and about 2 kids. I found out, after my experiences, that he is a cousin of mine.
One night, a few years ago, I was laying in my bed. It was over the summer and I had my fan on. I was just about dozing off and I heard someone whispering my name. I thought it was just the fan and my mind playing tricks on me. So I just rolled over and tried to get to sleep. For hours, I heard my name whispered directly in my ear.
Then... a few nights ago, I was laying in bed. It was about 10pm maybe 10:30 and I heard a knocking on my door, it was rather loud and I didn't know where it was coming from. I listened and strained to hear it, and yes, someone was knocking on my door. I sat there in bed for 20 minutes, and the knocking kept pounding on my door. Finally I got up the nerve to sit up and scream at whoever, or whatever it was to go away.It did.
That was last Thursday, today is Sunday. It hasn't happened since then. I know that it is Peter Fuller. My cousin.. I've done research on him and he died in the room that I sleep in. He was buried near the house, and hasn't left.