There Were No Footprints – Ep. 70
Odd Trails
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The Silence of My Grandma
At around 12 years old, my great-grandfather moved into the house and passed away. I was too scared to sleep in the other, older room, even as a teenager. The floor in the house is old, so when whoever was paying me a visit slowly crept to the foot of my bed, I heard every step. They sounded like footsteps from the hallway. Heavy, shuffling footsteps, almost like they were carrying an unbearable amount of weight. My whole body froze.
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