Our house was old, with creaking floors and dusty corners, but I never felt afraid of it—until the night I heard footsteps above my room. The strange part was, there was no upstairs. The roof sloped right above my ceiling, so the sound of slow, dragging steps shouldn’t have been possible.
At first, I told myself it was just the house settling, or maybe a raccoon on the roof. But the footsteps cam...