“When I was maybe 6-7 we were visiting family in New Orleans. I was sleeping in a strange room, strange bed, so I was having trouble getting to sleep. I heard a tapping on the window, softly. Tap-tap-tap pause tap-tap-tap. I looked at the window and I thought I saw something move that looked like a brimmed hat. It was a split level home, so whoever it was would have had to have been tall.

I woke up my parents and they told me the house was old with wooden floors that creak, and I was imagining things so go back to bed. In the morning, we found the back gate lock was broken.”