I thought that perhaps I might get a discussion going if I shared my own personal experience. Actually, I've had several, but you know how it is – there are always alternative explanations. I'll be honest, I even think the alternative explanations make sense. Except in this once case, the case of the Knocking Door. I published the TRUE story on my blog on the aside page. I invite you to visit and read: The Knocking Door at http://defendyourrightsamerica…..com/aside/

Both accounts were very interesting, and I really enjoyed reading them.

If I had experienced the knocks, and checked the garage for all possible ways for one to enter, and found nothing, I would think of Phil.

I can't think of a possible way one could exit your garage so quickly without being detected by you.

Once we had a house, that the laundry room door had movement in it. It happened when it was very windy outside, and created movement in the garage doors. The air got in the garage, and caused the closed laundry room door to have some movement and noise. But, it never sounded like a knock.

These were definitely knocks. 3 firm knocks. Remember, the second time I was leaning on the door so it could not have simply rattled or banged with air movement. Besides, due to fire codes, a door from a house to a garage is required to be fire resistant, which means, heavy, solid, and well fitted.

As I noted in the story, I can come up with reasonable alternative explanations for my experiences, except this one. I would not be against hearing a possible explanation, however. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='' />

I don't have any explanations, JMD. Maybe it was Phil's way of letting you know he was okay. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />

He reached the other side. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':)' />

It you don't mind me asking, have you had anything else happen that may be related to Phil?

My Grandmother passed away when I was in my teens. We were close, but I could not be there.

A bird hit my window around 1 am in the morning, then the phone rang and my mom told me my grandmother passed.

The bird died from hitting the window. I think, it was my Grandma's way of saying she was gone, to me.

My three children lived in this two-story house a few years ago, and all three were upstairs in the house alone, waiting for their mother(my ex) to come home. All three heard the back door open downstairs which entered into the kitchen. They all three heard footsteps in the kitchen walk across the floor, and then heard car keys fall upon the table. All three went downstairs at the same time and no one was in the kitchen. And, the backdoor was still locked. They all three swear to me that it happened.

In that same house, my ex saw a woman's head float past the kitchen window while she was doing the dishes. There was snow on the ground outside, and not one footprint near the kitchen window. Needless to say, they moved out of the house soon after that.

~ Midnightpoet