by ANONYMOUS
(NEW YORK)
About 15 years ago I was working as a real estate agent in Manhattan. I had a new listing for an empty apartment. Since I was early for my appointment, I figured I would go into the apartment to use the bathroom before meeting the clients.
As I am in the bathroom, I get 3 nasty knocks at the bathroom door. It scared me half to death, because I knew no one could have been in the apartment. I was so scared to open the bathroom door, because I figured someone had broken into the apartment.
Anyway - I opened the door and no one was there. I still felt a chill, but ignored it and went outside to meet the clients. As I am showing the apartment to the clients, the lady says to me, "I know this apartment, this is where a guy killed himself a few weeks ago." I freaked out. I just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.
I went home and told my old fashioned, no nonsense parents the story, and they said to me, "That's the 3 knocks of death." I didn't even know the meaning of 3 knocks. I am convinced that it was the dead man's spirit. It was an angry knocking sound, and who knows maybe he was angry that someone was taking his apartment.