The first time I saw the footprints, I thought I was still half asleep.
They were faint but clear, forming a circle around my bed. I live alone, and my bedroom door is always locked at night.
I wiped them away and tried to forget, blaming stress and imagination.
But the next morning, they were there again.
This time they were clearer, smaller than adult feet, and they stopped right beside my pillow. Fear crept in slowly.
I checked doors and windows, changed locks, even set up a small camera.…CONTINUE READING