The knock

I recall this with vivid clarity even though now 65, occurred when I was approximately 20 and in my first two years of college.

I was at home and my mother and sister told me they were headed out (I think they said 'the mall') around 6:30 in the evening. It was getting dark so it must have been November of that year. As I recall, they told me my father was working late.

As they left, all the lights in the house were turned off and I made sure all the doors were locked. I was getting ready to do some chemistry homework. As I recall, it had to do with the pH of orange juice solutions (told you I remember this vividly).

As I proceeded to my room to start on my homework, I remember closing the door and a very strange thought entered my mind "someone is going to knock on the door and when you open it, no one will be there, it’s the devil". What an odd thought. Anyway, I closed the door and moved to my desk to start my homework.

No sooner than I had sat down, there was knock on my bedroom door. I was freaked. I know my heart was pounding, and briefly, looking at my green push button phone (land line) I thought of calling the police...but to tell them what????

After disposing of that thought, I convinced myself I had no choice but to open the door, knowing that I must have heard something else I mistook for a knock.

I opened the door, looking into the darkness, and of course, there was no one there. Suddenly, perhaps over two or three seconds, my uncle appears into view.

He is wearing a black suit and tie and said hello and I asked how he got in.

He told me the door was open and he came in and saw the light at the bottom of the room door. (you would not have seen that from either of the two entry doors at opposite sides of the house).

He said he was there to speak with my father (this was his brother, my uncle). I told him he wasn’t home and was working late.

He told that was fine, but since he was there, he thought he would just visit with me for a few minutes, if I had the time, just to catch up. Of course, I said yes.

He had asked about many items, but basically related to mentally controlling items, creating movements, etc. He said I had the capability. I thought that was odd, but I humored him.

After about 30 minutes, when I could not do what he was trying to show me, he said it was time for him to leave and let my father know he had come by for a visit.

Later that evening, when my father came in, I told him about the visit and he called his brother. I recall my father’s surprise when he told me his brother had not come by and he did own a black suit.

I don’t know what happened, or why, but that specific event, being visited never occurred again.

It was about year later, when I was in my parents room watching the tv, when my younger sister came in and we had commented when we both heard the back door open and close (it had a large glass panel that would vibrate when the door was closed), that my father had come home early.

After he didn't appear then we initially started commenting about things (many) that I had experienced and she shared what she had experienced including a repeated visit she had made for years.

When we told my father, he told us about the many times he would be in my parents’ bedroom, and would hear someone knocking on the front door. it was persistent enough that he would look out the window in the bedroom and could see no one at the front door. He had other stories as well.

My mother and older brother claim they have never experienced.

However, that 'knock' really had everything coalesce.

Everything stopped after a full scale upgrade to the house including my sisters visitor. We still talk about this to this day (my father passed in 2016).

In an unrelated event, during one Christmas, we talked about these events and my brother had said he never experienced anything. Then I reminded him, I he recalled those old cassette tapes he had of recordings he had made, but left the recorded on beyond what he needed. In those cassettes, you can hear in the background , voices, but we could never make them out. He always said he was picking up stray radio signals (hmmm).

Thanks for letting me share.