Knock, Knock.

It was a dark and eerie night, and my mom, just fourteen years old at the time, had invited her friend over. She wanted some company due to the strange occurrences she had been experiencing while home alone. With my grandparents out for the night, they decided to make the best of it and settled in the kitchen to prepare a snack before their movie night. Little did they know that their evening was about to take a chilling turn.

As they laughed and chatted, the atmosphere suddenly shifted when a loud, distinct knock echoed through the house. The sound reverberated through their bones, instantly silencing their laughter. It was late, and they certainly weren't expecting any visitors at that hour. My mom recalled how the knock sent shivers down her spine, as it seemed to happen every time my grandparents left the house. It was a feeling of dread that gripped them both tightly.

With a sense of trepidation, they slowly crawled on their bellies towards the front door, hoping to avoid being seen if it was someone trying to get in. Peering through the peephole, they strained their eyes to see who was there, but to their surprise, there was no one. Confused and alarmed, they turned to head back to the kitchen, only to be startled by an even louder pounding on the door. Their hearts raced as they checked again, desperately searching for any sign of a visitor, but the porch remained empty.

Filled with a mix of fear and confusion, they hurriedly made their way back to the kitchen. My mom recounted the strange events to her friend, trying to make sense of what was happening. But their fear intensified when they heard voices coming from my grandparents' bedroom. Their terror grew as the door to the very same bedroom swung open, accompanied by the sudden flickering of the light inside.

In a panic, they bolted towards the living room, seeking refuge and safety. They turned on all the lights, hoping to ward off whatever unseen presence was tormenting them. They sat there, wide awake, anxiously awaiting the return of my grandparents. It was a long and restless night, their fear serving as fuel for the entities that seemed to dwell within the house. The more they feared, the more these entities seemed to feed on their negative emotions, growing stronger and more relentless in their attempts to instill terror.

As the years went by, I, too, experienced the strange knocking when I was alone in that house. It was just one of the many unsettling encounters I had with the paranormal. The atmosphere always felt heavy, as if a constant presence lingered in the air, making it feel stale and suffocating. It was a place where you were never truly alone, and where even the smallest noises could send shivers down your spine.

Living in that house taught us that there are forces beyond our comprehension, entities that thrive on fear and negative energy. It was a chilling reminder that our emotions can have a profound impact on the spiritual realm. But it also taught us resilience and the power of love and light to counteract the darkness. We learned to face our fears head-on, seeking protection and finding solace in the bonds of family and the strength of our own spirits.