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Well, THAT was profoundly weird.
It was below freezing and rather damp outside today when it was time for me to exercise, so I jogged and walked indoors, up and down the long central hallway. I was rather tired when I was finished, thus I took a nap for 30 min in the living room. The cats kept me awake at first by playing, ripping up and down the hall and wrestling, but they're cute and funny, and I knew it wouldn't last long. They stopped and I dozed on and off until about 15 minutes. 10 minutes before my nap was over, I was awakened.
I heard four steady knocks, coming from behind me, in the dining room. They were slow and loud, one knock a second. It sounded like something hollow was being hit--maybe a cabinet or wall, so I figured one of the cats was bathing and hitting it as they licked. It was much louder than that would have been, but hey I was half-asleep, and the house was completely silent, so maybe it just sounded louder. I didn't move and dozed off again.
A couple of minutes later, I heard it again. This time I sat up and looked in the dining room for either Braveheart or Spicer-kitty. I saw Spicer walk by and pause in front of me, like he was watching something go down the hall towards the bedrooms. He then walked that way himself. Spicer is easy to startle and terrified of strangers, but he seemed perfectly at ease, just focused on something. No sign of Braveheart.
I sat there for a minute, but no more knocks. I was wide awake, and I laid back down and listened intently. Damned if I didn't hear it a THIRD time, very clearly, coming from the clerestory window in the dining room that's high above the table. I immediately got up from the floor and walked in there. Of course, I couldn't see anything b/c the windows are 15 feet up, vertical, and recessed. You can't peer out from them inside the house. I stood in the kitched with my arms crossed, waiting and listening. The cats joined me and meowed for their dinner. I had not turned on or off any lights. I thought it was probably some animal reacting to the light from the dining room and kitchen shining out through the clerestory--our house is underground so it's very easy to just walk up the small hill of our house and stand on the roof.
After a minute or so, it came a FOURTH time, but this time it had moved from the clerestory to the front window in the living room. Would an animal do that?? How could it have possibly known that I was now standing in the kitchen and dining rom area??? I had closed the front curtains before I took my nap, you can't see or hear anything from outside. The only noise was the meowing of the two cats.
By now I'm starting to get very nervous. No animal would move to the front window, it has to be a person. I went to the front door (I always keep it locked when I'm home alone), flicked on the floodlights, and watched through the peephole. I saw nothing but birds eating from the birdfeeders and an empty lawn. I stood there and watched for a couple of minutes.
The cats followed me into the entry call, still crying for dinner. I herded them back out, closed the entry hall door, and then went to the living room window. I moved the left curtain aside and brazenly looked out from the window. Nothing but birds again, who immediately flew off when they saw the scary human (me). I let the curtain fall back, unmuted the tv (Weather Channel), and finally gave cats their dinner. They dove in with gutso...even Spicer-kitty.
What are the mundane possibles?? The pipes in our house run through the floor, not the walls. No way could someone have been pounding on the walls in the dining room and kitchen from outside, not unless they can reach through 15 feet of dirt and rock. Yes, they could have done it on the clerestory, but it's an odd coincidence that they moved to the living room window after I had moved into the dining/kitchen area. You can't see anything through the clerestory windows but clerestory walls. The two cats were not shut up inside any pantry or closet, they were roaming free and unspooked. I was home alone. The house was completely silent except for my little alarm clock ticking to wake me from my nap. No radio, the tv muted, my computers in my room with all music and movies stopped. You can't hear anything from outside in this house except for really loud noises or vibrations (close thunder, seismic testing trucks, blasting at the rock quarry a mile away, etc).
The knocks definitely came from the dining room and kitchen area the first two times, then from the clerestory when I was wide-awake and listening. And then they moved to the living room window when I moved into the kitchen. I would have heard someone running down the porch with stomping feet, or laughing if it had been kids playing a prank. (Only three teenagers live on my street, and they've all outgrown pranks.) If someone had escaped through the front yard, I would have seen them through the peephole. And birds were all over the front yard when I first looked through that peephole. The yard would have been empty if any human had been in the yard to bang on the window.
The only time I have ever every experienced anything paranormal in this house was after watching a creepy "Ghosts caught on Tape" special about 7 years ago. I couldn't go to sleep I was so freaked out, and damned if I heard one loud knock on my ceiling right above my feet. I panicked and slept in my sister's old bedroom for a week. I finally decided I somehow made that knock happen from my sheer terror. Random telekintic power or somesuch. It never happened again, BTW. I spend a lot of time in this house alone, and I've always felt at ease. I haven't heard--or I should say now that I hadn't NOTICED--any odd knocks or rappings (aside from that one night) before this evening. I've lived in this house for 17 years. We built it on an empty countryside hill. No one has ever told me they felt uncomfortable or freaked or like they were being watched or anything you hear from haunted locations.
I honestly can not explain those knocks. So like my subject says....THAT was profoundly weird.
I sat there for a minute, but no more knocks. I was wide awake, and I laid back down and listened intently. Damned if I didn't hear it a THIRD time, very clearly, coming from the clerestory window in the dining room that's high above the table. I immediately got up from the floor and walked in there. Of course, I couldn't see anything b/c the windows are 15 feet up, vertical, and recessed. You can't peer out from them inside the house. I stood in the kitched with my arms crossed, waiting and listening. The cats joined me and meowed for their dinner. I had not turned on or off any lights. I thought it was probably some animal reacting to the light from the dining room and kitchen shining out through the clerestory--our house is underground so it's very easy to just walk up the small hill of our house and stand on the roof.
After a minute or so, it came a FOURTH time, but this time it had moved from the clerestory to the front window in the living room. Would an animal do that?? How could it have possibly known that I was now standing in the kitchen and dining rom area??? I had closed the front curtains before I took my nap, you can't see or hear anything from outside. The only noise was the meowing of the two cats.
By now I'm starting to get very nervous. No animal would move to the front window, it has to be a person. I went to the front door (I always keep it locked when I'm home alone), flicked on the floodlights, and watched through the peephole. I saw nothing but birds eating from the birdfeeders and an empty lawn. I stood there and watched for a couple of minutes.
The cats followed me into the entry call, still crying for dinner. I herded them back out, closed the entry hall door, and then went to the living room window. I moved the left curtain aside and brazenly looked out from the window. Nothing but birds again, who immediately flew off when they saw the scary human (me). I let the curtain fall back, unmuted the tv (Weather Channel), and finally gave cats their dinner. They dove in with gutso...even Spicer-kitty.
What are the mundane possibles?? The pipes in our house run through the floor, not the walls. No way could someone have been pounding on the walls in the dining room and kitchen from outside, not unless they can reach through 15 feet of dirt and rock. Yes, they could have done it on the clerestory, but it's an odd coincidence that they moved to the living room window after I had moved into the dining/kitchen area. You can't see anything through the clerestory windows but clerestory walls. The two cats were not shut up inside any pantry or closet, they were roaming free and unspooked. I was home alone. The house was completely silent except for my little alarm clock ticking to wake me from my nap. No radio, the tv muted, my computers in my room with all music and movies stopped. You can't hear anything from outside in this house except for really loud noises or vibrations (close thunder, seismic testing trucks, blasting at the rock quarry a mile away, etc).
The knocks definitely came from the dining room and kitchen area the first two times, then from the clerestory when I was wide-awake and listening. And then they moved to the living room window when I moved into the kitchen. I would have heard someone running down the porch with stomping feet, or laughing if it had been kids playing a prank. (Only three teenagers live on my street, and they've all outgrown pranks.) If someone had escaped through the front yard, I would have seen them through the peephole. And birds were all over the front yard when I first looked through that peephole. The yard would have been empty if any human had been in the yard to bang on the window.
The only time I have ever every experienced anything paranormal in this house was after watching a creepy "Ghosts caught on Tape" special about 7 years ago. I couldn't go to sleep I was so freaked out, and damned if I heard one loud knock on my ceiling right above my feet. I panicked and slept in my sister's old bedroom for a week. I finally decided I somehow made that knock happen from my sheer terror. Random telekintic power or somesuch. It never happened again, BTW. I spend a lot of time in this house alone, and I've always felt at ease. I haven't heard--or I should say now that I hadn't NOTICED--any odd knocks or rappings (aside from that one night) before this evening. I've lived in this house for 17 years. We built it on an empty countryside hill. No one has ever told me they felt uncomfortable or freaked or like they were being watched or anything you hear from haunted locations.
I honestly can not explain those knocks. So like my subject says....THAT was profoundly weird.