“I live with my father and two nights ago I dropped him off at the airport as he was spending a month in Florida. I fell asleep at 3:30 am, very exhausted, but was ‘jarred’ awake at exactly 5:00 in the morning. I could not understand why I was awake, since I knew I was exhausted, but then I heard it: footsteps coming up my stairs. The sound was as clear as a bell.
The logical part of my mind was trying to make sense of it. I wondered if perhaps my father had returned from Florida, but I knew he would have called. The footsteps moved into the hallway and crept closer to my bedroom. As the steps drew closer and closer, I watched the handle on my bedroom door, just waiting to see it turn. I then heard whatever it was take two steps into my father’s bedroom, then nothing. I waited five minutes and then went out to investigate.
In the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t going to find a person . Still, I opened my door and peeked into dad’s room. I didn’t see anyone. Frightened, I returned to my room, switched on the lights, and left them on for the remainder of the morning. Since that night, I’ve been awakened a few times, but I have not heard the footsteps again. I must say, nothing is more frightening than hearing footsteps coming right up to your door.”