12 months later, about four or five o’clock in the morning, BAM, BAM, BAM! Someone is frantically pounding on my front door. So I grab my hammer and run downstairs and open the door. There is noone there, so I go back to bed, a little bit uneasy.

A year later, again just before Halloween at about the same time, BAM, BAM, BAM! I woke right up, but I was thinking about the doctor this time, so I did not want to open the door. I went out on my balcony and looked down at the door and the general area. Again, there was noone there, and the street was silent.

In the day, I talked to my neighbor, and kinda casually asked him if he sorta remembered what day of the month the doctor had died. He didn’t remember that, but he remembered the smear of blood on the second floor. The smear of blood that could not have got there “Unless you think this guy could walk up the stairs and back down after he was dead. Haw, haw, haw.” I was thinking the doctor could move around quite a bit after he was dead, but I didn’t say anything.

I made a note of the date, but had forgot about it by the next year. I happened to be awake early though. BAM, BAM, BAM! I have a skylight in the hall outside my bedroom, with a big sweetgum tree overhanging it. It has these big, hard seed pods kinda like spiky organic ball-bearings, and they were being jolted loose by squirrels or a gust of wind. Or maybe by a restless spirit. I dunno.