One day in 1968, the three of us older boys were at school, and Tom (who was only 4 at the time) was at home with mom.
Tom was taking a nap while mom watched her favorite soap opera.
As she was sitting in the livingroom, mom heard the front doorknob begin to rattle, as if someone was trying to see if the door was unlocked. She was afraid someone was trying to get in the house, so she crept to the front window and peeked through the blinds. Nobody was there.
As she was peeking out the front, she heard the same thing happen at the back door. Once again, someone was rattling the knob as if trying to see if they could open the door.
Thinking it might be a neighbor kid trying to be a prankster, she was determined to catch the culprit. But as she peeked out the window of the back door, she could hear the front doorknob rattle again.
This went on for a short time until she finally called dad at work to let him know this was happening and that she was becoming a bit scared.
Dad told mom to wait by the front door, and when it rattled again, she should throw the curtains open and see who it was.
She waited at the front, and when the rattling started, she ripped open the blinds.
Nobody was there.
Soon, the kitchen cupboards all began to shake violently, the dishes and cups all rattling loudly.
Mom was terrified.
Then it was Ken’s turn.