reply to post by ringht_n_wrong
Nah, King was still pretty intense after the experience. More-so my dad said, probably because he was afraid whatever it was would come back.
Eventually the had to put King down 'cause he was too unruly. The tradition of monstrous dogs still runs in my family though. My aunt owns no less
than three German Shepherds at a time now. My uncle who just passed last month has a history of owning part-wolves. His first, Shadow, was more than
half wolf. His most-recent, Calla (Kaiy-a) was just under half wolf. I dunno, maybe my family just felt it was safer to surround themselves with
Anyway, let me toss another past-experience surrounding my dad and his siblings onto this thread. I'll eventually work my way up to my own paranormal
experiences if your thread survives long enough. There's such a plethora in my family though, that I think it's interesting to relate what happened
to them as well.
This time it happened during my dad's late teen years (17, 18ish) still at the same house in the same small town. As a side-note, we've gone back to
this house several times and it is the only
one on the block that has not been bought, renovated, or added on to. Anyway, both my Grandpa and
my Grandma worked double jobs back then so they could afford to keep the whole family (Grandpa, Grandma, my dad, my uncle, both of my aunts, and King)
in the house. This was one such night where both my grandparents were out working. My dad recalls it very vividly, even the fact that they were having
some of my grandma's re-heated spaghetti for dinner.
Well into the evening there came a knock on the door. The Twins (who would later die of Tuberculosis) were standing outside, they said that someone,
or something, had been pestering them at their house by rapping on the windows and walls. Scared, they had fled to my dad's house because they knew
all 4 would be home, and King would be outside in the cellar. The Twins were invited in and everyone relaxed for a little while, just goofing around
and being kids. And that was when a single knock came sounding off a small kitchen window. Everyone turned to look, but no one was at the window. My
dad et al
at first assumed someone was playing a prank and had followed the Twins. So they waited.
Sure enough, another set of 2 or 3 knocks echoed from the family room picture window. Everyone rushed in to see if they could catch the culprit,
again, no luck. My dad says everyone was a little on edge at this point, so they all decided to go huddle upstairs and wait it out. Everyone went to a
second-storey bedroom and sat together. As they sat a set of 3 or 4 very slow, confident knocks came from behind the curtained window of the small
bedroom. There was absolutely no way that anyone was suspended two storeys above ground knocking on a window just to scare someone. Now my dad, his
siblings, and the twins were scared. They all raced downstairs to a back room to hide.
With windows closed and curtains drawn they waited, listening. And that was when the constant stream of knocks began, every second or two another
would occur from behind this curtained-off window. At this point my dad worked up the courage to confront whoever was doing this. He approached the
window and threw open the curtains... and the knocks continues in front of his face with no hand, stick, or earthly implement causing them. At least
three more happened before they just stopped. Everyone panicked and started screaming and freaking out until another knock came from the front door...
and then again, and again, and again more hurriedly.
Another group of neighborhood kids, three brothers this time, were standing on the stoop when my uncle finally opened the door. They related a story
very similar to that of my dad's, and the Twins, about being harassed by someone knocking on their windows (no one had dared look yet like my dad
had). The six invited the three in and everyone waited.
This time it was not a rapping on the window, but a steady "thumping" against the side of the house that scared everyone. It was coming from near
the front, so my dad and the three brothers got up the courage to go out and look, followed closely by the rest of the people waiting just inside.
Just to the left and right of the door were window-wells, and from inside one was coming the thumping noise. The eldest of the three brothers decided
now was the perfect time to catch whoever was behind all of this as they were stuck down a window-well. So he jumped in.
And then he screamed, and clawed at the dirt to get out.
Everyone panicked again and raced back into the house. Once inside they calmed the eldest brother down and finally got him to explain what had caused
such a passionate fear in him. He related to them that he had jumped into the window-well, found that the object thumping the house was a garden-hose;
and then realized that he was utterly along in the window-well, watching the hose bang against the house. There was no one causing it to bang itself
against the walls, it was moving of it's own volition.
Every window was closed and locked, and all the curtains were pulled. Then the front and back doors were slammed and locked for extra measure. Nobody
moved until my Grandpa got home. When he did, to a house with 5 unexpected guests, my dad explained what had happened. My Grandpa grabbed his shot gun
and took off to search the property, again with my dad in tow.
There was absolutely nothing. Until they approached the small pond that runs up to the backyard.
By the light of the moon my Grandpa and dad both witnessed a set of water-foot-falls trekking the length of the pond in perfect, unbroken succession.
Unless the single greatest stone-skipper in history had thrown his greatest stone-skip that night, my dad and Grandpa are convinced a formless
"something" ran across the top of the pond.
There you go, another weird experience from my family history for this thread of yours.
~ Wandering Scribe