Mason

An animal with some strange disease that made it act wrong.

But none of those explain the voices.

None explain the knocking.

None explain the door opening.

and none explained the thing i saw through the peephole standing upright on the porch with its front leg raised tapping on the door like it knew exactly what a knock meant the worst part is that i still hear three knocks sometimes not in a supernatural way i mean normal things pipes neighbors

someone knocking on an apartment door down the hall.

But every time I hear three knocks with that same spacing, my body reacts before my brain does.

My stomach drops, my hands go cold, and for a second I'm back in that kitchen, staring at the back door, while a deer with glowing yellow eyes breathes through the crack and waits for me to answer.

So that's my story.

I don't care if people believe it.

I barely know what I believe.

I just know that if you're ever alone out somewhere rural at night, and something knocks on the door when no one should be there, don't answer it.

Don't ask who it is.

Don't look just because you think knowing will make you feel better.

And if it uses a voice you love, especially then, keep the door closed.

So this happened a little over a year ago in northwestern New Mexico.

I'm not going to give the exact road, because my family still lives out there and I don't want people turning it into some ghost hunting spot.

It was outside of Farmington, kind of between scattered houses, open desert, and those long dark stretches where you might see one porch light every few miles.

I'm not going to act like I'm an expert, because I'm not.

I only know what people around me said.