A few weeks ago, my housemate and I were awoken from sleep about 4:00 A.M. by an odd tapping at one of our bedroom windows. The tapping continued for about 5 seconds, and then about 15 minutes later, we heard the same tapping, and again, for 5 seconds. Unable to sleep after that, we took a flashlight at about 5:00 A.M., and sneaked outside to see what was going on. Not a sign of anyone. everything was very quiet, and the motion lights from either side of us weren't on.
We went back to sleep and in the morning I checked with our neighbors on either side, who have Ring cameras and CCTV on one side of the house. Neither reported seeing anything coming to our house. My housemate went outside again, now that it was daylight, to see if there was any signs of footprints, or a disturbance, and there was nothing.
When I saw him come back in again, there was a peculiar look on his face. "The screens are down," he said, jerking a thumb outside.
Then I nodded, remembering. For the summer, we had the screens down on our bedroom windows, and the glass side had been slid up to the top of the frame. Whoever had tapped at our windows, if they had been human, would have had to have been roughly eight feet tall to reach them.
I was a bit frightened then when I realized what day it was - August 30th. My uncle had died August 30th, 1991 - and we had gotten the call of his passing at around 4:00 AM.
Maybe my uncle was just checking up on me. *^^*