My middle daughter and toddler grandson got back into town around 5:30 this evening after a 4 hour road trip from visiting her dad’s family.

Before going home, they stopped here as my grandson had an accident in the car, so he needed a bath and change of clothes.

Within a few mins of them pulling up, I had him in the tub and she was using the half bathroom on the other side of the house.

When done with his bath I was walking him to the room to get him dressed and we hear 3 rapid knocks and he says “whass dat wowa?”

I noticed the light on under the door in the half bathroom, so I say “that’s your mom in the other bathroom” (assuming she was making the sound) to which she opens the door and says…

“That wasn’t me. Someone knocked on the front glass door and I was using the bathroom so I was trying to hurry up because I knew you had him in the bath. But before I could get finished, you were coming out of the bath with him and someone knocked again. Three knocks. Knock, Knock, Knock.”

I tell her to stay inside, I grab the spot light, and snatch the front door open fully expecting someone to be on the other side of it.

There was no one. So I head out into the yard and start looking around. And I hear what I can only describe as a woman’s voice. I can’t really explain it, other than it was faint sounds of a woman. Words, but not words I recognized. More like word sounds.

At that exact same time, my daughter comes out onto the porch. As I’m walking up, I tell her that I just heard a woman’s voice and she says “I just heard that too from inside the house. Thats why I came out here.”

Here’s video of her coming out onto the porch…but for her privacy, I cut the video short just as she’s turning around to go back inside with her full face in the camera

There was nothing on the camera between the time they pulled into the driveway and came inside, until I went out to see what the knocking was.

Whatever was knocking on the front glass door…3 knocks, 2 separate times…didn’t trigger the front porch camera.

It’s frustrating me that I’ve not been able to figure this out by now.

Because it mostly happens late at night when I’m alone, it causes me to question my own sanity more than I’d like to admit.

And if I’m being completely honest, those times when I do start to doubt myself, something like this happens. Where we all hear it and experience it together.

And as much as I’d like to feel validated in those moments, I can’t help but wonder if it’s just showing off.

Like, “how dare you to think it’s not really happening. I’ll show you!”

It feels a whole lot like that.