Every night is the same. It's quiet for a bit, then it happens. The footsteps. Every night at around 11:48, there are footsteps. When it first happened I thought it was one of my parents or my little brother, but no. It was never them. There were other noises in the night but they sounded more, natural. Like animals outside or even people walking down the street, but the footsteps are always there. Those same heavy footsteps. I could never pinpoint where they are. I didn't know if they were outside, in the living, or in my room. I don't want to know where they are. There already scare enough. I'm 14, I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark, but I am, and those footsteps don't help. Could it be my imagination? Or is it something paranormal? I know no one died in this house before we moved in, we're the first ones to live here. It could be the house was built over some kind of burial ground. I don't know. I've told my parents about it, they think it's just my imagination. They promise me there's nothing going on, and that I'm safe. It's only slightly comforting. Something might happen, something might not. Even while writing this I hear noises, but never footsteps. Dogs barking, people talking, kids yelling. But the one noise I can't hear from inside my room is footsteps.
