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Footsteps

. •they'd                come at night•                these footsteps are                never light• always                     heavy and running ar-                       ound•...they are annoy-                         ingly creepy..., these aw-                        ful sounds•every night,                           after eleven without                         fail•into rooms,                         us they would                         tail• making a                         din overhead                         •when all                                                  should                         be quiet inste-                          ad•like barefooted                           children i would ass-                           ume...•wandering and                           exploring into every ro-                            om•...could they come                             wilfully•from the cou-                                 ple who live above                             me•i very much                              doubt so•bec-                              ause this much                              i know...•that                              the neigh- bour up-                     stairs, they're                         old•frail and meek;                             never bold•they'd re-                             tire early•after late, ne-                             ver a party•now... there                             the feet go again•drivi-                             ng me almost insane•                             on my ceiling now,                             they're pacing•                         they know i kn-                         ow and they are                         playing•these                         invisible                                                 feet•ne-                         ver would we                             meet•one thing for                            sure•this is not a friv-                             olous tour•determined                             to tell•that they exist                               as well•nothing i'm                                certain but it is clear                                •i think they really                               like it here...•                               •i don't think                                they're leavi-                               ng•they're                                bent on staying...•
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Feb 12, 2015
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I live in an apartment on the 2nd storey. My family and I would hear these footsteps every night.

Initially we would dismiss it to be the neighbour living upstairs but that became very improbable simply because the couple who lives above us are far too old to be jumping and skipping in the wee hours...

We have tried ignoring the sounds but they would intensify. We'd hear intentional heavy footsteps, running, jumping between rooms but most of the time they would follow us to whichever room we're in.

Lately these sounds had progressed to rapping on the concrete walls in my bedroom. I could hear them as I lay in bed knocking and tapping on the wall by me.

The thing is... I live in a corner apartment and beyond that wall is the exterior of the building... There is no way anyone could be on the opposite side of that wall...

Creepy much?

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