Since we moved into our house eight years ago Victor, Hailey and I have each seen a ghost here. It’s not a person though. It’s a large, dark dog that hangs out upstairs and it doesn’t bother us. We just see a glimpse of it around our legs once or twice a year and we always tell it, “Good dog” because I assume it belonged to one of the families who live here before us. But other than that this house is very peaceful.
Until a few weeks ago when we were woken up in the middle of the night by someone loudly knocking in our bathroom. We tiptoed around until we figured out it was coming from the bathroom window but there was no one there. We went back to bed. It started again.
Tap. Tap. BANGBANGBANG.
Then we’d look…and silence. No one was there. No footprints outside the window.
And the next night it happened again.
Then again a few days later.
We’d lift the blinds but there was no one there. And it kept happening. Every time we thought it was finished it would come back.
Then, it happened in the daytime.
I was stepping out of the shower and I heard the tapping. I didn’t have my glasses on but I knew no one was there because I would have seen their silhouette through the blinds. So I screamed, “THIS IS NOT YOUR HOUSE, PEEPING TOM FUCKER” and then it stopped. And I relaxed and then it immediately started again so I grabbed my glasses and saw this.
I can only assume it’s taunting the ghost dog or that birds are getting perverted now too.
