The Rapping Sound

by lestat @nni.com

I would happen to say that for as long as I had lived in a small double

house in a quiet town of Pennsylvania, things always seemed odd to me.

There were times when my sister, my younger brother and I would

"experience" things. There was no time that I could remember best then

when I had returned home from my first night of work. I was excited by

my new experience, and had retired up to my bedroom. Now, because of

the house size, my sister and brother shared the same bedroom. To the

left of the bedroom, was a small room that my dad had converted into an

office for his business. Anyway, as I went upstairs to bed, my father

came out of the little room and asked me how my first day went, and then

wished me goodnight. He went downstairs, and while I laid in bed

pondering the "riches" that I would make, I started to hear a light

tapping that started on the baseboard under the window. The knocking

got louder as it went up the wall, on the window, I remember because it

sounded like someone rapping on the glass, up the wall, across the

ceiling, this sounded like someone rolling a bowling ball across the

attic stairs. This stopped for a second, then started to roll across

the ceiling, down the wall, down the window, down the baseboard and then

started up again. At this time my sister awoke, asked me what was going

on and then she got real scared. I was terried too, because I didnt

know what to make of it. This process happened three times of up and

down. By the second time, my sister jumped into my bed and together we

huddled under my blanket.

The next morning, I asked my dad what that was after telling him

the story and he had said that it was the cable outside the house.

Funny thing was there was no cable there! There were other times when

we would hear footsteps up and down the stairways and my dad would say

it was the neighbors next door. Who would walk up and down their stairs

all night long?
Credit Shadowlands