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May 2002 – Page 9

Footsteps at Night
by Candice

I was at my grandma's house for spring break. About five years before, she moved into the house where a man had died from old age; his wife sold the house to my grandma and grandpa. After about two years, my grandpa died from old age as well. I was sleeping in the room my grandpa used for drawing because of a nice view; it was also a guest room. I was sleeping and it was about the time my grandpa died and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My grandma was in bed, which is across the hall. The footsteps stopped. I went back into the guest room and heard them again, getting louder and louder, and it seemed it stopped right in front of the guest room door. Then I heard something being torn down and the footsteps again into the room and something fell over. I woke up the next morning and my grandma thought I tore the paintings that my grandpa painted. All happened in the 10th anniversary of my grandpa's death.

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