This is a story that I always liked hearing my parents talk about. My mother
was pregnant with me and it was about the year of 1966. They lived in this
house on Old Route 66 in Oklahoma. At the time my uncle was living with my
folks, and every night usually around the same time there was this knocking
sound that started from my uncles bedroom closet. There were times he could
actually feel whatever it was walking over his feet, and then it would move
on to another room, and then there were times where it would start from his
closet and it would go straight out his bedroom window. The weird thing was,
was when it knocked on the window it was like the sound of someone knocking
on a window, and then when it would walk across the floor you could tell the
difference in the floor than the sound of the window, so they knew it was
definitely something. There were some that thought my folks had totally lost
there mind, so they decided one night that they were going to stay over to
see if they could hear it for themselves. For some strange reason the
knocking sound did not start at the usual time it usually did and people
were getting tired so they all decided to start packing up and going on
home, about the time they were leaving the knocking sound started. My dad
said there was this one guy that got down and followed it when it started
and knew that it definitely something but he wasn't going to stick around to
see what it was. He said he was going home.

My folks got so use to it that it got at times where it didn't bother them,
but it got to where it would do it in the day while my mother was home by
herself. One night it started so my Dad being the Christian man he is
decided he wanted to ask it a question. He waited until the knocking sound
started and he said for the love of the Lord, "What do you want?" My father
said when he said this it was like the knocking sound stopped right in its
tracks and made a scooting sound like it turned around and looked at him.
Needless to say may father didn't ask it anything else.

A few months later my folks moved from the place and not long after they
moved the place burnt to the ground. They found out later that there had
been a bar there at one time and a man with a peg leg had been killed and
thrown in the well behind the house. There have been people known to live on
the property since my folks that have had the same strange things happen to
them too. I hope you find this as interesting as I did.