I lived in a house that seemed to be haunted.
I didn't believe it until I came across it myself.

There were a lot of things going on there, but if you take each case individually, you can come up with a plausible explanation: bad wiring, faulty appliances, subsidence of the house, coincidence, etc.

But one day something happened that we can't explain logically... I was living with my brother at the time, and he doesn't like to talk about it because he doesn't believe in such things.

One of the things that happened almost regularly was knocking on the door or window.
Usually it was like this: one knock, we opened the door - no one was there.

We preferred to think it was children who had nothing to do.
One afternoon we heard a knock-no one was at the door.
A few minutes later it happened again.
And again no one was there.

We walked in front of the house to scare the tomboys off, but there was no one... we went in the house.
Before a minute passed, there was another knock, this time louder than usual.
My brother ran to the door and quickly opened it, hoping to catch them.
We decided to catch them after all, those pranksters.
My brother hid behind the door, and I stood behind the curtain facing the front door.

There was another knock: my brother opened the door wide, and I opened the curtain- there was no one in front of the house, there couldn't have been.
Before a second passed, we heard a knock on the back door, louder than I'd ever heard it before.

I turned in that direction, because I could see the door from my position - there was no one there ...No one at all...
And as I kept looking, it happened again: Knock, knock, knock. Even the glass shook, there was nobody...
We looked around for rocks that might have been thrown at the door, even though we knew very well that it didn't sound like rocks at all.

It never happened again, and soon we moved out of there...