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[Name Withheld Upon Request], Naples, New York, 2001 - present
I know this sounds crazy, but I swear every word is true. My family owns a
hunting camp that was built in the early 1900s. It has been in the family
since the 60s. It was my grandfather's favorite place, he spent every
weekend there. For as long as I can remember, he would tell me about strange
things happening there, such as: knocking on the front door, always at 2 AM,
and there never being anybody there, rolls of toilet paper rolling out of
the upstairs bathroom and into the bedroom, and just plain chilling feelings
in the house, even though it was warm. My mother also spoke of the strange
knocking.
I always regarded their stories as attempts to scare a kid, but now I'm not
so sure. It started for me in 2001. I was down at the camp with a friend of
mine for a weekend of squirrel hunting. We slept on the couches in the
living room, by the front door. My buddy passed out cold, he sleeps like a
rock. Around 2:00, I was awakened by a knocking at the door, nothing
startling, just a gentle series of knocks. I went to the door and opened it,
there was no one there so I went back to my couch thinking nothing of it.
(You know that stupid daze you get in when you wake up in the middle of the
night? Sometimes stuff that should get you thinking just doesn't process
through your head.) I quickly fell asleep again, only to be woken soon again
by the same knocking. This time when I went to the door and found nothing, I
drew the conclusion that it must just be a tree branch blown into the door
by the wind. Once again I went back to bed. Soon after, I heard the knocking
again and didn't even bother getting up. I had just fallen back to sleep
when there was a huge bang on the door that seemed to shake the
house. I still didn't make the connection, and fell back to sleep. The rest
of the evening was silent. In the morning, however, I started thinking.
There were no trees that could touch the house, much less the door, and
there had been no wind (the snow was still hanging on trees and power
lines). Also, there were no footsteps or any kind of disturbance in the
snow. My buddy had heard nothing, but he could sleep through a gunfight.
That was my first experience. The next significant thing was in 2003.
It was summertime and my family was spending a weekend at the camp. Once
again I crashed on the couch, while everyone else slept upstairs. I stayed
up late watching the Hunting Channel. Around 2:00 AM, I heard someone
stirring upstairs. I heard them come down the stairs behind me and go into
the kitchen. I then distinctly heard them going through the cupboards and
opening up the drawers. After a little while, I got curious as to who was up
and why they weren't going back to bed. I got up and went into the kitchen
and there were no lights on, no cupboards/drawers open, and nothing
disturbed. When I asked my family the next day who had gotten up, none of
them had. That was the last time anything that big has happened to me, but,
sometimes I still hear knocking or just get a sudden unexpected chill,
always at night and always around 2 AM. This might not sound like much to
you ghost hunters, but it's true, and I know sometimes that I am not alone
there. It's not a foreboding feeling, just a feeling that someone is close
to you. I have no idea who it might be knocking on the door, or why, but it
is an interesting thing that has come to be part of what that place means to
me.
