At exactly 9 pm every night, someone hits the front door and bounces like a ball. Everyone in the house can hear it. At first we thought it was the wind, but as it kept repeating itself at exactly 9 p.m., it started to weigh on us. We all started watching and waiting in the house. At exactly 9 p.m., something knocks on the door. Some blunt force. I thought someone was doing it on purpose.
I went outside the house and waited. That didn’t happen. No one knocked. I thought that was it. Someone is teasing us. But the next night it happened again.
I went upstairs and watched everything from the dark room. It was getting close to typing time. No one entered the yard. At exactly 9 p.m., there was a knock on the door. There was no one in the yard.
This was too much. There are children in the house and everyone is starting to get scared.
I decided to take action and went to a witch doctor. I told her everything. I tried not to miss any detail.
Wizard asked me if someone had almost died. I told her that there was no one from the family. My best friend died 7 months ago. We were inseparable.
Vračara said – “The one knocking at you is that friend of yours.” You probably went somewhere together at 9 p.m. Something about that time binds him to you. When you are in the house he knocks, when you are out of the house he has no reason to look for you in the house. Something was preventing him from entering the house.”
Knocking on the door
I have chills. Indeed, most often around 9 p.m. we went together to a nearby pub for a drink. We never drank at my house because my wife got angry.
She continued the witch doctor – “You will take a bottle of the drink he liked to drink and two glasses.” Go to his grave and pour a drink into those two glasses. He spilled the drink from one glass on the grave and drank the other. If you feel you need to say something, say it at the grave. When you’re done with that, you go home. Leave the drink bottle and the glasses on the grave.”
I did everything as the witch doctor told me. I brought a bottle of cognac and two glasses. At the cemetery, I told everything that was on my mind. After that story I felt comfortable. After this, no one ever knocked on the door again. I didn’t tell my family members about going to the witch doctor and going to the cemetery. They think that someone was playing tricks on us and knocking on the door on purpose.
Sometimes with a bottle of cognac and glasses I go to my friend’s grave to say goodbye to him.
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