Here's a story from about a decade ago. Then I lived with my mother, my brother, and my grandparents rurally in Bremen. Next to us was a house which was then lived in by my great-grandmother and cousin. One this particular occasion, my cousin and great-grandmother were awoken in the middle of the night by someone knocking on their door. They heard a soft-pitch voice that one would associate with a young boy, perhaps a toddler or young teenager from outside. My great-grandmother phoned my grandfather, asking if I was in my room (they thought it was me or my brother). Turns out I was sleeping on the couch. The knocking continued. My grandfather went outside their house with a shotgun but found nothing.

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