a reply to: nonspecific
A few months ago I went out of town and my brother stayed at the house alone. Now he is young and strong (23 and 6 years my junior), boxes, lifts
weights, multiple sports AND most importantly well armed. Also important to know, we live on a large bit of family land, in the country the driveway
and house is on it's own - one way in, private drive, gravel road set back 100 yards from old highway (which is less traveled because of a new
So, I am out of town 6 hours away and despite being a big tough guy, with his lab, and armed, he's been listening to the 911 episodes of The Last
Podcast on the Left and gotten himself unnerved (along with the Richard Ramirez episodes) and he's gotten himself a bit unnerved.
One night he notices the motion sensor light go on outside. Weird, but he chocks it up to animals, etc. Next night he wakes up to his lab sitting
straight up growling at his closed bedroom door with it;s hair on end. He finally gets it calmed and back onto the bed.
Then the third night. He has decided he is going to sleep in the living room (don't know why as it;s a huge open room with a large picture window,
but i guess he think... i can watch the front door.
So he's laying there on the couch with the dog and a gun watching t.v. All of a sudden at 3:00 AM! a light knock on the door. He jumps up. Adrenaline
pumping. He calls me and tells me. He's not sure though. Was it real, was it a stick blown against the door or an animal? I don't know as I am half
away a state over, i tell him it's probably nothing and as he is about to hang up.. a deliberate hard as a person can bangs on the door, three knocks
that shake the door in the frame. Now we are both scared and I am a state over. My bro yells he's got a gun, gets off the phone and calls the cops
who arrive in just moments (he told hte 911 op to make sure the officer knew he was putting the gun away. The cops comwe but no one is around.
He doesn't get another knock. Nothing. I come home and have never experienced it.
I post this because ;t has bothered me ever since. I mean, he didn't open the door for fear, if it were me though... i'd have to. I'd open with
thegun and flashlight, but I would have to know.
Who was on the edge of my woods, on my land, in the middle of nowhere, at 3 in the morning, trying the doors before finally pounding it nearly off the
We will never know.