Perhaps we could expand for people to include stories of things that didn't occur in the woods.

When I was 16, on a weekend night, I had been out with friends and returned home. I came in and saw every light in the house was on but there was no one home. Normally there would be my parents and my older brother. Didnt know what to make of it so I just went to bed. It was about midnight. At 3 a.m. I was awoken abruptly to someone banging on the door. I went out into the well lit hallway. I heard a womans voice yelling my mother's name, Mrs. White! over and over and banging on the door. I could see the door vibrate when she banged on it. I yelled loudly, who is it?? She did not answer but continued to bang and call out. I moved to about 3 feet from the door and while she was banging and calling I yelled back very loud, WHO IS IT?? This time it stopped abruptly but did not answer. I was scared. Nevertheless I leaped to the door and flung it open. There was no one there. I stuck out my head immediately and looked down the driveway, and saw no one. I ran out to the end of the driveway and looked all around. We lived in the middle of a street in a very quiet nice neighborhood. It was very quiet, no motion or noise at all. I thought whoever it was must be still there, possibly hiding in the bushes. Even if they had ran and leaped into a running car and sped away I would have at least seen them driving down the street. They couldn't get away that fast. I stood alone on the street listening and watching for about 15 minutes, waiting to see someone who was doing all that. It was so quiet and there was nothing so I went back to bed. There was still no one else home. My family wasn't the type to go out like that. All the lights and t.v. were still on. I went back to sleep. Maybe a couple hours later my dad woke me up to tell me mom was at the hospital and had had a stroke and was in very bad shape. I never told him about the strange event. It was too weird. Mom lived about 13 more years in a terrible condition from the stroke. I never knew who or what that was knocking. I still remember the sound of the woman's voice.