Knock, Knock.. ? BY -D-

you know the sound a cloth makes as it gets dragged along wet concrete just outside your living room window during a rainy night.... ?

yeah. this story isn't about that.

let's move onto the next house i lived in, located in sungai akar from '93 to 2000. one thing this place has in common with our current home is, if you're facing the main entrance, to your left, beyond the fence, is a large grass field, with some tall trees spread out here and there sporadically. and like our current place, it seems to be inhabited by, from what we know of, the ghost of a little girl.... more on that story later. since i've been going on a with a cat theme a bit, let's continue with that.

way back then, we had a lot fewer cats, 5-6 if my count is right. and due to that, we didn't bother locking them up in a cage every night, like we do now, so they're pretty free to roam about around the house. this, from time to time, leads to these cats banging on the door as they play just in front of it or play with our shoes/slippers and knock it against the doors, fooling us to believe someone's outside most of the time. this inspired my older sis to play a prank on us; at night, she'd usually knock on the door from the outside and quickly hide behind the concrete flower bed right in front of the entrance. peeking out of the living room window that looks out to the entrance pretty much destroys the prank.

during our later years there, the cat population had increased, and they were making quite a mess around the house at night. because of this, decided to build a cage to lock them up at night. one night, at around 10, as me and my little sis were watching something on tv in the living room, we heard a knock coming from the front door. the amah was busy cleaning things up in the kitchen, and everyone else, including my older sis, was upstairs. looking out the window, i saw no one and no cats messing about. thinking it was just my imagination, i shrugged it off. as soon as i sat back down, another knock came, followed with another one. these were the kind of solid knocks no cats would have made by throwing around a shoe at the door. my sister went to open the door, while i sat on my chair watching from behind her to see who it was; no one. freaked out, we went upstairs and went to sleep.

a while later, around the same time, it happened again, this time, i was alone. all the cats were locked up (i helped. our neighbour had dogs), everyone except for me were upstairs and the amah were cleaning up. peeking out the window, i saw nothing. taking a few steps away from the window, another knock came. before i could reach the window, the knocks turned into repeated banging on the door. the banging was so hard, it knocked down this wooden carving of the Al-Fatihah that we hanged on top of the entrance. when the wooden carving fell, the banging immediately stopped....

and that was the last time we ever heard of it...