This is a story that I always liked hearing my
parents talk about.
My mother was pregnant with me and
it was about the year of 1966. They lived in this house
on Old Route 66 in Oklahoma. At the time my uncle was
living with my folks, and every night usually around the
same time there was this knocking sound that started from
my uncles bedroom closet. There were times he could
actually feel whatever it was walking over his feet, and
then it would move on to another room, and then there were
times where it would start from his closet and it would go
straight out his bedroom window. The weird thing was, was
when it knocked on the window it was like the sound of
someone knocking on a window, and then when it would walk
across the floor you could tell the difference in the
floor than the sound of the window, so they knew it was
definitely something.
There were some that thought my
folks had totally lost their mind, so they decided one
night that they were going to stay over to see if they
could hear it for themselves.
For some strange reason the knocking sound did not start at the usual time it usually
did and people were getting tired so they all decided to start packing up and going on home, about the time they
were leaving the knocking sound started. My dad said there was this one guy that got down and followed it when
it started and knew that it definitely was something but he wasn't going to stick around to see what it was. He said
he was going home.
My folks got so used to it that at times it didn't bother them, but it got to where it would do it
in the day while my mother was home by herself.
One night it started so my Dad, being the Christian man he is, decided
he wanted to ask it a question. He waited until the
knocking sound started and he said "for the love of the
Lord, what do you want?” My father said when he said
this it was like the knocking sound stopped right in its
tracks and made a scooting sound like it turned around and
looked at him. Needless to say may father didn't ask it
anything else.
A few months later my folks moved from the place and
not long after they moved the place burnt to the ground.
They found out later that there had been a bar there at
one time and a man with a peg leg had been killed and
thrown in the well behind the house.
There have been
people known to live on the property since my folks that
have had the same strange things happen to them too. I
hope you find this as interesting as I did.
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