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The
Thumping Ghost
by David Larson
Back in the mid-1970s, I was around 9 or 10 years old and I used to go visit my grandparents quite frequently at their home in the lovely little town of Seekonk, Massachusetts, which is a suburb of Providence, Rhode Island. My grandparents had a beautiful little home in a thickly wooded area at the end of a cul-de-sac. They had the home built just for them and it is a place which to this day brings back many fond memories.
However, there was one very strange thing that happened at this house several times, and to this day I can't explain it. For several months, back then in the mid-1970s, every single afternoon right around 5:15 p.m. we would hear a strange, unidentifiable sound filling the house. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was like a THUMP! THUMP! Thump-thump-thump! You'd swear someone was up on the roof banging on the house, but that was not the case. The house did not have an attic, only a small crawlspace up above.
Once, my grandfather went up to investigate the crawlspace, but there was nothing to be found there. The sound went on with astonishing regularity every day for several months. What was especially odd was that it happened at almost the exact same time every day. My grandmother would usually put dinner on the table around 5:00 p.m., so we would usually be eating when that unmistakable sound came along every day. It was very unsettling and I found the whole thing rather creepy. To this day, I can't even begin to guess what the sound could have been.
After a while, it stopped happening as mysteriously as it had started, but this was only after several months of creeping us all out. We wondered if it could be a sonic boom of some type, but this was almost certainly not it, especially since it happened at the same time every day. It was not a plane or anything else flying overhead either. Some time ago, I asked my grandmother if she remembered it and she certainly did. It's a mystery that I guess I'll never know the answer to, but even to this day, when I think of sitting at the dinner table at my grandparents' house as a kid, I can still vividly remember seeing the clock read "5:15" every afternoon and unfailingly hearing that ghostly THUMP! THUMP! Thump-thump-thump!
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