Knocking on my Door

One night I was trying to sleep when someone knocked on my door. My house is hidden, the house owner, and a few close friends know where I live. It was very late, and when I checked the door no one was there. I had one person in mind who might come, but I didn’t even hear their car. I asked the owner, who lives out front; she said she heard someone running. I was sure I heard the knock, but when I went to the front there was no one.

I thought it was impossible, so I tested it. I left my phone recording on my bed to prove the knock was at my door. I knocked around my house where I thought I heard it, then checked the recording — it sounded like someone knocked on the front door. I told the houseowner, but she said that couldn’t have happened; they would have seen someone. She did say they heard running but saw no one. It remains a mystery to us still to this day — the first and only time it happened, an unexplained sound in the quiet hours that lingered in my mind long after the night ended.

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