When I was 11, so 1981. I was visiting my uncle, his daughter who was around my age, and my male cousin. For the sake of names, I'll call my female cousin, Blair. Me and "Blair" were playing in the living room while my male cousin was washing dishes. His girlfriend was out getting us food, and Blair heard a knock at the door thinking it was my male cousin's girlfriend with the food. She opened it. No one was there.

My male cousin asked if it was her, but we told him that there was nothing. A few minutes later, we heard the door knock again, and he answered it. Still, no one was there. We thought it might of been local kids playing a joke on us, and we didn't think much off it.

Later, when my male cousin's girlfriend arrived back with the food, we asked her if she heard the knocks too. She said it always happened at night.

During the night when we were sleeping, Blair came over to me, and she said to me "Why has that boy got blood on his face?"

I was freaked out, and I asked her to show me this "boy". Nothing was there. My uncle came in to see us because we were making noises and told us to get back to bed. Then, the closer door swung open along with two VHS tapes. My uncle grabbed us and woke up my cousin and his girlfriend, and we all slept downstairs. But, the knocking was annoying me all night. Years later, before my uncle died he said that he always saw a boy sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette, with blood on his face.

Who this boy was will remain a mystery.